Whitefish River Pawprints Amongst Dying Grass

It was like she suspected, the thieving Coyote quickly noticed her. It takes a moment to do a double-take at the size of her pursuer before the survival instinct in its brain finally clicked and it went to bolt with what it had. 

But it was that one pivotal moment that allowed her to close more of the distance between them.

 Aliana had to slide into a stop, pivot, then surge forward, kicking up dirt all the while. Jaws wide, ivories bared, hoping to catch something, anything. Well, her teeth planted on something, not a limb but on the coyote’s scrawny tail. A loud pained yelp left the coyote, dropping its stolen goods in the process. Its gangly body writhed in agony, pulling to get away at first before twisting its body towards her. Jaws wide but Aliana did not twist away, she held firm while the coyote bit wherever it could to get her to let go. She knew the moment she lets go, the coyote would bolt and she wasn’t the fastest wolf in Kintla. It would escape and she didn’t want it to escape.

Aliana watched Orlaith suddenly fly out of the foliage and into the fray, fangs digging in the coyote. It howled in agony once more. With the coyote distracted, Aliana releases the thief’s tail, then quickly digs her fangs into the coyote’s thigh and shook till she began to taste blood on her tongue, tearing into the thief. The coyote struggled and writhed between the two large wolves, biting at what it could get its jaws on, trying to escape. That’s all it wanted to do. Escape. Escape with its life.