Bearclaw Valley some kind of plastic i could wrap around you

good thread! lmk if youd like another :)

astara flung herself headlong into her task of subduing the creature. her ears hardly registered the screaming -- was it the coyote's, or taylor's? 

with limbs in her jaws astara flung her head up and down -- up and down went the shrieking cur, shook out like a dusty rug. the noises of bone, sinew, gristle all meeting their end; astara's eyes had filmed over, her body bent wholly to the task of ridding the life from this trespasser.

taylor had left some time during all of this -- astara blinked as she came to, noticing she was alone and covered in blood from chest to her flaring nostrils. she dragged the beaten corpse to relmyna's altar, where it would be presented for @Merrick as a pelt of yet another slain victim at ursus' hands.