The Keep wolf did his best to reason with her. She had only her inferences to go on to give her a clue as to why - trying to keep the peace, probably - but as he continued on despite her annoyance, dismissiveness, and bitterness, she had to hand it to him; he wasn't going to give up, was he?
She gave him a sideways glance, a smirking grin playing at her lips. "You're hopeless, you know," she poked, a little more lightheartedly than before.
Side by side, the two of them gave the band of coyotes their best attempts to deter them from coming any closer, to keep the situation from escalating. As their growling and snarling echoed through the darkened forest and the air between the trunks of the silver-lined tree trunks, she wondered if the sound of the face off would draw any of her pack mates to investigate. For a moment the coyotes seemed to be rethinking their approach. The lot of them hadn't moved any closer, but they obviously weren't happy about the wolves standing their ground. The closest to her snarled viciously, snapping its narrow jaws in her direction, a string of saliva hanging grotesquely from its lips.
Ears pinned to her head, Lyanna returned the threatening gesture by lunging forward without delay. Her chest puffed out and her tail waved above her like a battle flag as she closed her jaws over most of its ugly face before shaking with every pound of weight she had. Blood gushed in her mouth, dribbling out of the corners as something popped. The coyote's shriek was shrill.
Ugh. It tasted disgusting, salty, even. Releasing her hold and shuffling back a step or two, she found some satisfaction despite her inconvenience from this as one of her victim's eyes seemed to hang and ooze from the orbit. It turned on its heels and stole into the woods as quickly as it had appeared in the first place.