Bearclaw Valley some kind of plastic i could wrap around you

the nightshade had seen the coyote, but it was taylor who struck it down first.

astara watched with an approving eye alight with dim pleasure -- violence was a language she spoke better than words could ever serve her, and taylor's slip into instinctual territorial aggression served her well.

she flicked her tail and walked stifflegged to the dispatched creature. its gurgling was met with a sneer of her lower lips in contempt. with zero empathy, astara lunged for the things' hind leg and began to shake her head savagely back forth.

the thing would be killed, that much was certain -- but astara would not let its passing go painlessly.