Verdigris Ravine the wanting call

Though perhaps she did not mean so, her voice was as the song of a siren, luring in men to their doom. Apophis may be the first, but he would not be the last. 

Ko'a gives pause when a coo from the man turns to a yip, then a snarl. Zoug has come, large as far as coyote went, one-eyed and stained in blood of his kills as his fashion. 

She watches the spar unfold, wondering if the night flaming wolf would have the strength to best Zoug and win his prize- her.  

By now, Ko'a realized, be in her calling or be in the battle, all of Tribe had come to watch. S'ari quietly stalked near. Candle gave attack on the trespasser, taking a sample of his rump as her mate had. 

Then, then, there was Talisman. Flame point and filled with an anger, one which drove him swift and sure at the wolf. Ko'a eyes widened and she wets her lips, tail high and dancing in the heat of the desert sun.