Bramblepoint loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

She felt heat and pounding footfalls at her hip, then her shoulder, then moving past her as the dark stranger gained on the coyote. Towhee ground her teeth together and pushed harder, trying not to lose ground in the chase. She was almost too busy trying to keep pace with her fellow wolf that she hardly noticed that both of them were quickly catching up to the coyote.

But then a black foreleg swept out and the coyote went rolling with a yelp Towhee couldn't hear. She crashed through the underbrush and a growl bubbled in Towhee's throat as she tracked the blur of motion with her eyes and then sprang, crashing down on top of the spindly canine. When the coyote began to writhe and kick again, Towhee's lips wrinkled back from her teeth and she pressed her weight down as hard as she could, trying to overpower her and maneuver to get in a (hopefully fatal!) bite.