Bearclaw Valley iron defenses

The body slowly went limp, and the thankless task was over. She turned the coyote over, sniffing and inspecting its condition, finding only that it had been a healthy creature, and old enough to reproduce. She'd cut short what could have been a fulfilling life for the poor woman- but Ameline knew that there was a price to be paid, for her own comfort. 

She looked up, as Tvar hovered momentarily over his own kill. The work would begin now; she answered him with a nod. You ath well, Though her voice was joyless. The moment he began to mutilate the coyote's corpse, so did she. She flattened her ears as she set a paw on the tawny coyote's muzzle, and began to tear through fur, skin, tissue and muscle, exposing spine and windpipe, both to be severed. 

Her bronze chest would be scarlet, her legs slick and sticky, the fur framing her face dark and gleaming. But when the work was done, it would be one less coyote seeking to make their home in the meadow- and one more coyote deterant for their borders.