Whitefish River Pawprints Amongst Dying Grass

Orlaith was rather quick to literally fly in. Like a ferocious beast, when she was at the border, the scent of a coyote was fresh, and slowly did it drift toward the inner sanctions of Kaistleoki. She with such a ferocity ran through the barriers of the pack, and scrounged closer to what was their cache, a gnarly growl tore onto the flaming wolf's face as she realized that they were trying to thieve their food.

Though another was already managing control as the large brown wolf grasped onto the intruder, and with a leap of anger so did the Knight. Two large wolves descending onto the coyote, was not something to be easily escaped.