Haunted Wood it's a melody; a battle cry; a symphony

they are speeding up, now. the trees open up, and the coyote and running, desperately, she an arrow loosed behind it. they run on a long moment, too, and then the coyote stumbles. hela is on the creature in an instant, fueled too by desperation of an entirely different sort. 

you're alone. you're worthless. you're weak.

she seizes the same leg and tugs, wretching the creature back towards her. it yowls again, collapsing on its side, and she moves forward tearing at its face in the same way valour tore at hers. her attempt is only somewhat successful; the coyote lurches away just as she moves, and the damage is minimal. it turns on her now, understanding that its chance to flee has faded. with the ferocity of a creature cornered, it moves to tear at her shoulder once more, and in a moment the two are embroiled, the scales tipped only slightly in the coyote's favour now that the girl has worn it down so long.