Blackfoot Forest Foxing around [Mature]

as she was battling with the foxes, successfully biting into the throat of the one that had attempted to clamp its jaws around her tail, a scent that belonged to one of her own charged into the scene. relief flooding her for a second, her cerulean orbs turned for a split second to catch a glimpse of a dark-pelted male who seemed to be helping her. he seemed to already have taken down three foxes.

gratefully crëyr turned back to her fight. sensing the unease of the rest of the canines, she leapt forward and unbalanced one with her frame. perhaps they would be useful for a good meal to drag back to the bypass, but they certainly weren't going to go down with a fight.

the fox which had been knocked to the ground lashed out with its claws, swiping at crëyr's muzzle with its sharp nails. the silver-grey wolfess leapt aside, though not before they had grazed her chin. she then dove for the fox's neck, aiming for a swift kill.