Thorn
Far from where she was expected to be, Thorn lowered her head to growl menacingly at the at the little trespasser. She bunched her muscles, and slowed her breathing, feeling the sudden rush of excitement that always came with taking another animal to the ground and tearing through their throats. Her quarry was frozen, staring right back at the gray she-wolf, waiting for its bigger and more equipped cousin to start the chase that would either end its life or scare it so bad it'd never return to this location. The birds in the trees stopped whistling their songs. The forest around the two was silent, until the little coyote tore itself from Thorn's gaze and bolted toward the nearest tree. Thorn dug her paws into the earth and sprinted after her prey.
The two sprinted through the trees, over logs, around bushes. Throughout the race, the she-wolf gaining on the coyote, and when her muzzle was just inches from the little scavenger's tail, the coyote darted into a nearby den. Thorn snarled, her hot breath appearing and disappearing just as she heard the scavenger's mocking laughter. It was male. "Lost this time? Eh, cousin?" Thorn growled, her ears pressed flat against her skull as she left the coyote's den in a foul mood.
Just half a mile from camp, she reined in her anger and began to approach the winter camp site. As she entered, she dropped her tail and looked over to see Asher approach Ghost, their current Alpha. She watched the beta show his rank by showing his throat. Thorn cocked her head in question before trotting over to her favored rock. It was a great at giving her warmth in the mornings when she wanted to sun bathe and it was in the shadow of the trees during the hottest parts of the day, proving a cool place to sit, and in the evenings, had a great view of the entire camp site. She lay her body down and let out a huff before laying her head on her paws.