Eta

Moonwashed cadaver drifted onto the darkened lands of the that belonging to humans. Every instinct in Eta's body was screaming at her to get the hell out of there. A man-killer, she was not, but this was the only way to go for now. Silver pelt rippled as each muscle pumped as she carried herself in a stealthy trot. Noticing a small hole underneath the meshed fencing of the chicken coop, she went for the opportunity. Lappets plastered against her skull, talons dug furiously at the dirt until there was enough room for her to wriggle underneath. Hunger pains gripped her stomach as she squirmed underneath the fencing, maneuvering in the darkness as her ice-blue eyes trained themselves on the clucks and scattering of chickens near her. Bodice hunkered low as she waited for the opportunity to grab something.

Ridged Edge*Chickens

Brute stalked in as he had been hanging around the ranch bored out of his mind. Auds perked up as a new scent came to her nares, his peds picked up speed as he followed the scent. When he came to the chicken coop, he was just in time to only see her hind end slip under ground in towards the chickens. Edge stepped forwards towards the hole and sniffed at it, a female. Then he turned and backed away from the hole a couple paces so when she came up she would see him.
Ridged Edge had gotten his name from the tuff of hair standing up on his back from his shoulder down to his rump, it felt like steel when touched. His bodice was bigger the all the cougarsr. He had the swiftness and the power of a cougar, the mind and keeness of a wolf. His half-brother was Ice.

The chickens were sitting all in a group, unsuspecting of the wolf coming to kill them. They had been sleeping when one of the heard a scratching noise comeing from below them. Suddenly it began to make a strange noise warning the others, then they all began to jump about hitting the sides of the large crate but they could not escape their bloody fate.