Phoenix Maplewood Growing Pains

Hope you don't mind me! Looking for more Sunday threads, and Amalia is lovely! Keeping the outcome of her pack joining thread vague! Thread I linked is a mature thread for conception, but linking for reference! 

Now and then, Sunday Morning returned to the carcass that she and Mountain Boulder had found. By now, there was little left of it. Between herself and the several other scavengers in the Taiga, it had been stripped down to bone. But even bone had its use, and Sunday Morning would enjoy worrying it away with her teeth until she reached its marrow.

There was a wold dozing in the Maplewood. She would pass her by. Or, she would have, had she not noted another scavenger prowling nearby. The coyote, young and bold, paused when it saw Sunday Morning. And Sunday raised the alarm in a booming bark, that caused the coyote to bounce several feet back. Licking her lips and wrinkling her muzzle, Sunday growled her warning to the coyote. A few more steps away, but it paused to look back at the prone wolf who harbored prizes.