She wandered on, trying to sift through the air for prey, when the scent of wolf's blood hit her nose, and something else. Moments later, a faint shriek sounded from her right. She lowered her ears; someone was hurt. A tiny voice inside whispered "you can help them," but she stood rooted to the ground, conflicted.
It wasn't often that she came across the scent of lone wolves, and Mint, for all her forest friends, had taught her that it was better not to meddle. She really could help--she knew a few things about herbs, after all. But this forest was strange to her; it might not have what she needed. And she could very well be walking into a fight... a shriek like that meant nothing good for her. Maybe it was better to get a move on. She turned to leave, and had made it a few paces when yet another cry sounded from the trees, this one more distinct. A newborn! She whirled around in confusion. Someone was giving birth in the open woods, with all these coyotes around? Before she could think she found her paws carrying her briskly towards the sound, a strange mix of guilt and relief flooding her.
As she got closer, more scents came: a male, another female, and the pungent stink of coyotes. Her lips drew back in a silent snarl, and she paused briefly as she came upon the scene. A few yards across from her, the big dark male was crushing a coyote beneath him, while another pesk was circling around to approach the new mother, who lay just before her. She braced herself for a fight, looking for an opportunity to jump in.
Then, the younger female rushed the coyote. It turned tail to dart away, only to face Rin's open jaws, fast-approaching. It wasn't quite quick enough to get away, but turned just slightly so that her teeth would sink into its scruff instead its soft throat. Rin shook her head violently, ears pressed to her skull as the critter struggled in her hold. It kicked and clawed at the air, desperately trying to escape. But she held on.
(This post was last modified: May 29, 2018, 06:41 AM by Catarina.)