Swiftcurrent Creek Caribou Jerky

Kelina was successful in grabbing the coyote's neck, even managing to push her to the ground. She smirked, holding in a cruel laugh. "Ready to submit yet?" She growled with a mouthful of the girl's scruff, ears flicking to catch an answer. If she did not recieve one, she would dig her claws into the creature's flank. She already had a grip on her - she was in control now.

The coyote was wriggling and writhing, making the dark fae that pinned her down want to bite her neck and end her life already. So short was her temper - it probably wasn't a good thing.