There were many wolves who dislike winter. It was a harsh time when the land was unforgiving and the creatures had to carve out a meek existence to make it until the next spring thaw. Sorcha saw the beauty in it, the way the earth needed it's own rest and the way it flourished once more as the season's changed. Black paws pressed into the soft snow as she ambles across the fields of Ruieze, mossy green eyes taking in the winter wonderland around her. It was peaceful here and she imagined beneath the full moon it would be even more so, the world quiet with rest, but she had decided to get out today beneath the afternoon sun - pale as it was - and see what mischief she could find. She missed the summer berry bushes in Spirane, berries she often raided to supplement her diet, and was hoping today she might be lucky enough to find some snowberries.

The call off a bird draws her attention and she watches it flutter down next to a pile of something on the snow. Slowly she turns in the direction of the lump, moving closer to find a half-eaten fox sprawled out on the snow with the bird perched on it's haunches. The chill air would keep the meat for a long time but Sorcha wasn't interested in it, only in what it drew, her nose twitching as teh scents of coyotes invades her nostrils. They were around here somewhere and she knew they would not leave their meal for long.

It is the crunch of snow that indicates their arrival, their scrawny figures loping towards her with menacing snarls. It is only a pair of them and they split off, intending to each go around the side of her. Her own hackles rise, ears pressed back as she steps over the carcass, intending to stay ahead of the coyotes and get out of the way. Fighting was a skill she only utilized when needed, preferring things to remain peaceful - these coyotes might have young they needed to tend to and Sorcha did not want to be the one to rip a parent from their children.

But they had other ideas, assuming that they could double their food cache as they raced forward, the female of the pair racing towards Sorcha's legs and snapping at her. A warning growl graces her lips, her own jaw snapping close to the face of the coyote, deliberately hanging back to try and scare off her would be assailants while the male tried to make his way on her other side.