Bramblepoint loyalty, loyalty, loyalty

She had just discerned the distant animal as a fellow wolf and was about to alert Raven and Phox when a separate movement, much nearer, caught Towhee's attention. Her orange eyes zeroed in on the beige blur off to her left, tracking it even as it closed the distance. When the trees thinned, Towhee realized she was looking at the very same three-legged coyote that had attacked her a few weeks back.

Both canines froze as they locked eyes. Then an intense need to protect her pack mates burned inside Towhee and she flung herself at the skinny prairie wolf with an overly loud and savage snarl.