Shy Deer Steppes Heavens on fire

The wolves were pushed away from the carcass by the growing crowd of necrophages. There was virtually no room to move, no air to breathe, crushed against the alienated bodies. Stress was rising and Akari could feel her legs trembling with adrenaline, angered by the coyotes' nibbling. The scenery on the other side of the bloody mound wasn't any better: the grey pup was getting more and more anxious, understandably. Even the meat began to taste bad.

Then Akari felt something she had never felt before: a dormant instinct that awakened in a rush, urging her to protect this innocent creature and free it from this crushing grip.
With a vicious snarl, the wolf leapt over the carcass and then straight for one of the pesky coyotes. She felt her front paws sink into the coyote's soft flank, blunting the momentum of the leap. Her ears pricked back to muffle the high-pitched yowl as the creature twisted and turned and ran. The commotion startled the crowd, scattering the creatures just enough to give the two wolves an opening.

"Run!" Akari barked to the young grey,  her eyes baring a reassuring glow. I'll be right behind you!