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She was also focused, determined to end this right now and refusing to relinquish her hold, not even when she felt the coyote slump to the ground under the weight of the other wolf. She glanced over and saw that he had also grabbed a hold of the creature's flesh. At this point, she could tell the fight was almost over for the coyote; it was growing weaker, its attempts to fight back almost non-existent with both sets of teeth tearing into it. 

She did finally relax her hold but only so that she could change her position. This time she bit into the creature's throat, her jaws tearing through muscle and cartilage as the force behind them crushed its trachea, rendering it unable to take in air. It gurgled and twitched for seconds only before going limp beneath the two wolves. 

Simmik released her hold and stepped back, unsure what the stranger would do now. Blood stained the snowy white fur of her cheeks and chest, and she panted from exhilaration as her fiery gaze watched the man's every movement.