Hideaway Strath mmmm yum yum in my tum

don’t know what she’s hunting, feel free to join in and add your piece to the post

Night was her play ground, the darkness enveloped her keeping her mouth closed so not light glinted off the only part of her body with any color, her teeth stayed hidden. Her paw steps though quick were methodical and deliberate, light and soundless despite the leaves covering the autumn ground. She moved like a wraith though the newly defined territory, she was searching for something though only she knew what.   

The blacked female’s white blue eyes took note of everything as she slowed to a stop to peer between the trees there was a large animal not to far off. Her nares tasted the air thoroughly as she was down wind, not pack, not wolf, by process of elimination then it was prey. Even if it was wolf if it was not pack then it would still be prey, but that was a thought for a different time.

She needed to get a clear view while staying out of it’s line of sight or the sixth sense that most prey had when being stalked by a killer. She stilled her breathing so to not alert the being she stalked, not that she was close enough yet for it to even hear her breathing.

 Her teeth almost ached to rend flesh but she was not stupid, this was not something she alone could handle. Carefully she looked around there was her new home turf someone should be near by.

I'mma just snag this even though it's so far backdated now lol :> 

Nyra had been doing patrols, doubling down on them, kind of. In the moment it seemed there were plenty of new faces to mix in with those more familiar, and she didn't want to miss an opportunity to either terrify, recruit, or maybe both. 
But, alas, no-one as of today. So instead, as she was heading back into the depths of the Strath, she narrowed her eyes to catch, barely, the stalking form of Whrist. 

Ah, band of coyotes, maybe? Or deer? The reaper couldn't tell, as of the moment, instead prowling up quietly next to Whrist with a soft chuff to announce her presence. 
Staring attentively through the tall grasses, Nyra continued to try and make out what exactly they were hunting now. Coyotes would be exciting, but deer would fill the pack's bellies.

will something like this help with a trade or something?

The black ear of the wraith flicked back toward the newcomer, her nose told her it was Nyra but her eyes remained fixed on the animal, perhaps not so large after all, the form split and moved slightly closer it was two coyotes, She lifted her lips in a silent snarl then she glanced up to Nyra and nodded toward the invaders, Though the pack land could likely support the whole pack and then some. Whrist was not about to leave ‘then some’ running rampant two meant puppies and puppies meant a coyote pack would soon be in the heart of their territory.

“What do you think? drive them off or kill them?”  She whispered breathily keeping her voice barely audible she didn’t want to alert their pray. She was no leader, not yet, she needed to watch a leader in action in order to learn, she knew this, she was hoping Nyra would have plan on how to confront these pretenders. Any anomosity she had towards the White wolf was placed firmly on the back burner in the face of a hunt. Her teeth almost ached to taste coyote blood.

probably Guardian specialty but idk honestly

Nyra's eyes focused in the darkness.
Ah, coyotes. Two, it seemed. 
To Whrist's words, Nyra whispered back just as softly "We'll chase, then kill if they don't escape fast enough. Approach them from the flanks." She stated her orders, motioning for Whrist to copy her movements on the opposite coyote. 
Nyra then kept herself low, prowling almost behind the coyote as she leveled her position to lunge at its side.
She'd make her attack in a moment

Whrist will let her take the lead just incase it’s go toward a leadership roll or guardian :D

The wind blew into the face of the black female rustling her coat and drawing away the last few vestiges of summers shed taking it further from the coyotes, However it brought their scent straight to the wolves and they would know the coyotes had been in this spot for far to long by the thickness of their scent they likely had set up a den here and would be unlikely to want to be ousted

“They look like a mated pair, they will likely try to stick close together,” Whrist grimmaced and added in hushed tones, She nodded briskly to the White brute and crouched low and stalking toward her designated target though her smaller form allowed her much more opportunity to get closer and yet stay hidden, she waited for Nyra to give the signal allowing the harbinger to take the lead.

For their part the two coyote’s were fairly young they had been ‘wrestling’ quietly unaware of the larger predators nearby being distracted by each other’s company however now with the uncanny wariness of a prey animal they felt eyes upon them though they did not see the cause of their discomfort yet. The untangled themselves from each other and peered into the foliage; perhaps the fact that they two were predators made them feel just that much more confident that they could over come a foe.

Certain Whrist was in position, as the young coyotes became aware that they were being honed in on, Nyra locked in on the one closest to her, lunging at it with a loud snarl "NOW!". If it fled, she would chase, if it stayed, she'd wrestle with the coy tooth and paw, and rip it to shreds then and there. Next to herself, fate lead the events transpiring.

Whrist lunged as soon as the word left Nyra’s maw,  The black wraith had managed to get closer to her target but the order startled them, and they coyotes back peddled.  Whirst lunged forward and managed to sink her teeth into the slightly smaller female coyote. The male the closer to Nyra screamed and turned to flee leaving a fair chunk of fur in Nyra’s teeth.

Whrist released the female’s flank, in hopes that the pair would just run, but that would not be. The female screamed out to her mate, and spun to face her attacker. The male wheeled around and faced Nyra barely able to bare it’s teeth at the large predator he wanted to flee but he would not leave his mate. The female for her part lunged at Whrist and the two collided chest to chest.

The male looked between it’s mate and the white wolf, He flung himself at the White Wolf aiming to bite any part of the larger predator; he wanted to get a few bites in and flee the moment he could, but it didn’t seem he’d do so without her.

Whrist’s teeth collided and skimmed off the females skull leaving long furrows in the flesh above it’s eye temporally blinding it in one eye with it’s own blood. The female grabbed the thick ruff of Whrist’s neck and began to fling itself left and right trying to rend and tear wrist’s throat. Though Blood flowed freely into the coyote’s maw from whrist’s torn skin the female only had the loose ruff nothing vital, though with it’s flailing around Whrist could not get a good grip on the female and pain wracked Whrist’s neck and she tried to do so, growling in frustration with each thrash of her coyote leach.

Nyra chased, watching closely as the male coy turned and hesitated.
The Harbinger didn't stop, meeting the male coyote head-on in a vicious tussle of teeth. The male may have meant to defend, but Nyra meant to destroy and obliterate as her fangs ripped and tore coyote flesh anywhere she could get a bite. Hearing Whrist having slight issues, Nyra wanted to help, but perhaps if this male ran the female would be wise enough to follow him?

The The male received as many bites as he gave, but the bigger wolf’s bite was more devastating to his body, torn and bloody, He screamed and ran in the the brush yipping to his mate,

The Female however would not follow or perhaps didn’t see it’s mate flee through her half blinded eye. The female was tiring but continued it’s assault on the black wraith, unable to or unwilling to see the inevitable.

Whirst opened her maw and roared a half growl half scream then threw the shoulder the Coyote was mauling into a tree pinning her prey, between the tree and her own body. Then she neatly grabbed the Coyote by the base of it’s skull and spine and bit down hard.
The female squawked and screamed releasing her grip on the the black pelt, Whrist’s blood running freely onto the ground the female began scrambling against the tree with a renewed adrenaline and desire to live. Whirst however was pissed, she had this thing dead to right and she wasn’t going to let it off easy now.

The male could not leave and hearing his mate’s panic; he returned flying from the brush he lunged aiming for Whrist’s flank looking to knock her off balance and set his mate free, He all but forgot the White Wolf lurking nearby, his eyes only on his mate's attacker.

As the male ran, at first anyway, Nyra had turned to go help Whrist. But then the mate of the female returned to aid, forgetting that danger was right behind him.
The Harbinger roared as she met the male from the flank, seeking his throat and his life-blood that she sought to stain the ground with. This coyote had forfeited his life the second he returned instead of continuing to run. 
If the wolves had their way, these two coyotes would both be dead tonight.

go ahead and take over the male his life is in her fangs anyway

Instinct told Whrist she was in danger as the second coyote returned, but she needn’t have even flicked a thought toward it as the thing was grabbed by the large and powerful white predator that was Nyra. With the males teeth and attention aimed for the wolf holding his mate the white wolf was left to grab him where ever she would, he squealed in defiance still clawing toward Whrist despite his own dire situation.

Whrist’s eyes flicked to Nyra catching that struggle, being sure the male would not reach her as  then her whole attention shifted to her own prey. Her hold on the base of the neck just below the skull of the female was secure. She shoved off the tree, She needed to give herself room to do what was needed next. Whrist crushed down on the bones in the neck with all her might, She was rewarded wth the crunch of bone giving away below her fang and blood soon coated her tongue.

It was only then that Whrist began to shake her body just as the Coyote had done to her shoulder, However the black wraith was larger and had taken the time to get a more devastating hold. The coyotes screams turned into whimpers and slowly it’s struggles became twitches and still Whrist did not relent, this thing would pay for the insult of entering the strath.

okie dokie! 

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The male screeched as Nyra blew into him, and as she took his jugular in her teeth, his throat constricted under her grip as the Harbinger took her bite as deep as she could. Screams and other desperate noises followed with terrorized chokes, all too quickly cut off as Nyra pinned the male by the shoulder and ripped. 
His entire head plus some of his spine came away in her jaws with a macabre fountain of blood spraying from the lethal wound, from both head and from body. The entire corpse went still in that moment. Huffing sharply, Nyra tossed the head a short distance and padded up to Whrist, the Strath quiet once again an hour of death. 
"Are you okay?" 

Whrist’s Coyote gave a deep gasp, the black wraith was unsure if it were dead yet and if that was the body giving out but she wasn’t taking any chances. She gave one more crushing grip lifted her head high then flicked her head down and back up suddenly once. An audible snap filling the air and the female’s body was still, now and forever; it’s life snuffed in Whrist’s jaws.

She opened her maw and dropped the body carelessly on the ground, glad that Nyra had had her back. It was nice that this white wolf was on her side, and her respect for the White Witch grew, Nyra could have just was easily let the coyote grab a chunk out of Whrist’s hide before stepping in, if she had even stepped in at all.

She looked at the male’s head and swallowed tasting blood, it reminded her of the feel of Nyra’s jaws around her throat and it imprinted forever just what Nyra could do. She inhaled deeply then forced herself to relax turning her gaze up to the golden yellows of Nyra’s “Thanks for saving my skin there.”

Her ruff began to burn now that she thought about it “My wounds from the coyote are superficial I think, more bruising from the thrashing” As if to give lie to that fact her blood began to pat upon the ground in big drips, finally having a moment to drip through her pelt
“Well mostly…” she grinned half heartedly “How about you?” Whrist eyed Nyra’s thick front legs noting some blood but she was unsure if it was Nyra’s or the Coyote’s

Her eyes traveled up Nyra’s legs to her chest and neck inspecting the wolf before her, lost in her personal thoughts as her eyes moved absently over Nyra’s body, noting her muscles and easy strength and yet for the first time she noticed the lithe feminine form of the wolf before her not seeing her as a brute but for the wolf she was. Suddenly Whrist’s face burned realizing what she was doing. Was she in heat or something? Was she going hormonal? Why was she looking at Nyra like that, and yet she hadn’t stopped looking at her.

Watching Whrist, she smiled with relief that the shadow would be okay. She was pack, after all. 
Herself?
Nyra looked over herself briefly, Whrist's watching going unnoticed. "I think I'll have a few scars, but nothing too major. A few small gashes from teeth to add to my collection." Nyra joked, "We should probably see one of our healers though, yeah?" The Harbinger suggested, turning to stalk into the trees, probably to find Arlette, Hemlocke, or even Dove if the elusive priestess could be found.

Whrist watched Nyra turn, for the first time Whrist was not seeing the godawful white pelt she was enjoying the way the femme’s muscle shifted below her skin, the power that could take life so casually and easily. Not wanting the moment to end yet coming to her senses Whrist lifted a foreleg and bit it just above her wrist, (Something akin to a pinch)

Then she called out before Nyra got to far “uuuhhh,” Finding that she didn’t want this time with Nyra to end just yet.  She smiled ‘Yeah real smooth and intellectual’ Whrist her hissed at herself, She waited until she had the attention of her companion “Perhaps these body’s would decorate the border quite nicely, I’m sure our wounds could wait until then” She waved her tail slowly behind her as she watched for Nyra’s reaction

Uuhhhh
Nyra paused then, turning to gaze at Whrist as the Nightshade suggested they decorate the borders with the coyote corpses. 
To that, the Harbinger grinned 
"Wonderful idea, Whrist." Nyra agreed, trotting back to collect the male coy's body in her jaws before stalking toward the narrow pass that made their northern border. A side glance to the shadow as she passed: you coming? 

Whrist watched Nyra return and pick in the body with ease and heft it aloft without a second thought. She chuckled softly or hoped it sounded more like a chuckle then the giggle that wanted to escape her.  The black femme’s own go was not going to be as easy, she was not as tall as Nyra, her coyote body was going to have to be half drug through the snow.

"Mmmm, Right Behind you" Whrist's voice was just slightly husky though without hesitation she moved to her kill and gripped it below the shoulders lifting her head high in order to heft the body that much higher off the ground, She grinned around the coyote and moved to follow behind Nyra, If she was going to drag this thing at least she could enjoy the view, she wanted to watch the muscular fluidity of her companions body.