{Night's Winds}

The winds changed as the femme spotted the chickens. Food was near as she licked her chops in hunger. She strode soundlessly towards as she looked inside, smiling at them.

*Chickens*

The chicken wire was patched up where wolfish fangs had torn through it not too long ago. It would be very easy to tear through the mended wire. The chickens squawked in panic at site of the wolf before scrambling around at the far end of their coup, as if it would protect them.

{Night's Winds}

The she-wolf tore through the wire and dove at the nearest chicken, aiming for the throat. She could almost taste blood in her mouth.

*Chickens*

Feathers flew in the air as the flightless birds dashed about to try and avoid the raving jaws. But they were no where near the speed of a wolf, so one was easily seized between Night's Winds' jaws and killed. One chicken darted through the hole left by the wolf and began to run about in the yard.

{Night's Winds}

Smiling at her prey, she dove again at another chicken, this time at the stomach.

*Chickens*

Frantic cries arose among the birds as the scrambled about to escape the wolf. But their efforts were pitifully in vain. A second chicken fell victim to Night's Wind. The fatally wounded bird flapped its wings weakly, trying to get away; it would die soon from the truamatic injury.

Suddenly there erupted a frenzied barking from a short ways off; it was the voice of two collies and they were heading to the chicken coup!

{Night's Winds}

Distracted by the collies, she darted out of the coop and dove at the closest collie, aiming at the throat.

Rollin & Timber

These were the two best fighting collies on the ranch. Rollin was just inhead of his son, Timber, when Night's Winds struck. A large scar marked his throat where he had nearly mate his end with a fight against a wolf. He learned his mistake the hard way and wasn't about to repeat it. He charged with his head low and sprung just out of the wolf's way before she was able to bite him. As he whirled by her, Rollin slashed out with his fangs at her shoulder and side.

Timber raced around the fae's other side, slashing and tearing at her side and haunch with his keen ivories.

{Night's Winds}

A jump away from Rollin, Timber grabbed the she-wolf's hind-quarter. Knowing she had to flee, she shook the dog off, grabbing her two meals and fleeing.