Scraping the dirt with her hind paws to further spread her scent, while Mako happily assisted. Oksana looked on in confusion, not truly understanding the deeper meaning within their insultive, but also instinctual act. No sooner was she finished, then an all too familiar scent wafted towards her nose. Coyotes. Three of them, and apparently with the same idea that she had. Her searing yellow eyes narrowed as she took several silent steps forward.
It was bad enough to have another pack settled on their rightful hunting grounds, but for a band of coyotes to weasel their way in as well? She wouldn't stand for it. But as Mako demonstrated by having the right idea, having another pack so close could work in the favor of the Surge wolves. All they'd have to do was continuously drive the
coyotes away, into enemy territory. Hauling alongside him, she charged the vermin, teeth snapping audibly, accompanied by a series of deep growls. Evenly matched and faced with such bold wolves reeking of aggression, they beat a hasty retreat, scrambling for safety. Even if it was out of the frying pan and into the fire for them. Only when their tawny, skinny bodies had vanished, did she turn away with a satisfied huff. Tail flagging high above her spine in confidence, she wedged herself comfortably between the two bodies of her pack mates and headed for home.Jynx Exit