They weren't wolves. Their limbs were too spindly, their ears too tall. Not foxes, either. Pip couldn't figure out just what they were, but she knew they were intent on her meal. The little mute had managed to take a young hare who would never have the opportunity to fulfill his duty during this breeding season. She'd caught it fair and square, so what made these two...things think she'd give it up just because they were cackling and circling her like buzzards? Their speech was too fast for her to catch, but they were awfully excited. She backed nervously into a tree, lips lifting around the prey in her mouth in silent threat.
Pip's tail curled under her even as her hackles stood high and bristled on her back. No. She wouldn't give this up just because they wanted an easy meal. She wasn't that easy to steal from anymore. Even if they were nearly as large as she was... A band of bullying bachelors is what they were and she was done bowing to bullies.
The little female set her prey down and hovered over it defensively. She clicked her teeth in agitation at the pair, earning more cackling laughter. One was bold enough to dart forward as if to steal the hare from between her paws. When she lunged for that one, the other was wily enough to snag it away. Determined, Pip lunged for that one and managed to grab it by its back leg. The animal was surprisingly light and she found herself shocked when she was able to throw it to the ground in her anger. His pal pounced on her back, biting at her shoulder viciously, but Pip refused to relent on the now screaming canine beneath her. It relinquished her meal and scrambled away through the snow with drops of blood in its wake. With that one gone, Pip was left to deal with the one on her back. Though its friend had already fled and stood waiting a good distance away through the trees, yipping and yawing for the other to join, the larger male was as equally determined as she was and snarled and screamed. How it could even make that noise was beyond the mute, but she imagined it was just as mystified by her inability to make any at all. No doubt the sounds of the fighting wouldn't escape the notice of any in the vicinity.