Firefly Glen [PHE] jackals of heaven ☥

impish, Toula followed. it was the way in which her daughter was snatched from the scene that drew her, but the wind betrayed no stranger—only her son. she blended well with the golden grass, and the laughter of her children struck joy in her heart. 
she watched the grasses bend from the shape of them. and then, ahead, a third—it made a line for one of her cubs. Toula erupted from the grasses then, colliding with a streak of red that arced upward for her children. 
Toula was an inexpert fighter. it was messy, it was loud. and suddenly it was quite quick. by the end of it the red thing—a fox—was dead,
and she spun around, calling for her children, breathing hard and heavy. a Mazoi emerged, the thing limp in its mouth. 

lemme know if this lil plot twist is too much!