Redtail Rise Then she'll carelessly cut you

Outnumbered and overpowered, it didn't have a hope. It wouldn't have mattered, either, if Lilia had been able to knock it off balance- the cracking of bone ensured it would never stand or walk again. Its shrill cries pierced the air and blood coloured its spittle. 

Out there was a wolf who had killed one of their own, but none of them had been able to seek justice. The coyote was committing a different form of trespass, but the wolves had unsatiated lust, still. Travel-weary and battered from battle they might've been, but neither of the young wolves was going to let the coyote have an ounce of ground. 

Lilia grabbed the creature at its jawline, in such a place that she could get a firm grip, but the creature's airpipe was left unobstructed. She wanted to hear it scream all of its last regrets into her ear, as if it might smother the screaming voices inside her head.