June 20, 2018, 12:35:44 AM
There was no mistaken that she was damn close to a border, the scent markings were unmistakeable. The over exaggerated placement of the scents, and the obvious scattering of prey animals away from those scents made it abundantly clear. However, there was one critter that didn't seem a bit phased by these scent markings, dirt brown eyes followed the little coyote as it snuck past the border to grab an oblivious piece of prey. Something worthless to Blythe, but she new that to the pack it belonged to, this would be considered stealing, and would most likely be frowned upon.
Watching carefully, the coyote was too proud of his catch to notice the lumbering form of the much larger wolf waiting in the shadows, and when the coyote was too busy being proud of his catch, Blythe rushed out, grabbing the coyote by its head, it dropped its prey and began snapping at anything it could to get away, whining and growling, and yelping, making quite the scene. Blythe was stronger and larger then the weak coyote, and promptly shoved its face into the dirt. While it was not her prerogative to kill the coyote for stealing, she could hold it there for the time being until the proper authorities arrived to give the varmint a proper trial. It was squirming and yelping, doing whatever it could to get away under the massive jaws that were wrapped around its face. Blythe placed one of her massive paws on the back of its neck, and lifted her head from the coyotes face, whispering a threat to it, "You better hush now honey- or I'll give ya something real to scream about, ya hear?"
With that threat, the coyotes cries silenced, and were replaced by pleas for mercy.
But Blythe wasn't the authority around here, nor was she the sheriff. But she could do a citizens arrest for the time being, waiting at the border for an actual sheriff to arrive, or hell, even a local deputy or someone who lived in this place. Either would work, she'd just hand em off to the local authority and plead her case to the judge, or what have you.
When someone did finally come along, they'd find her standing over the coyote, paw shoving its head into the dirt, the rest of its body wriggling to get free. Dirt brown eyes would meet the stranger, and dipped her head as if she wore a cowboy hat, "Evening friend, I caught this varmint tryin' to steal some a yer food and ya know, that ain't right, or lawful, so I held him here for ya ta give him a trial you deemed fittin'."
Usually stealing was a death sentence in any pack, but, Blythe didn't know the laws here so it was best to leave it up to the stranger and his packs laws. If it had been up to her, she woulda snapped the dammed things neck already, but- again, gotta leave it to the local authorities.
It was the civil thing to do after all.
Watching carefully, the coyote was too proud of his catch to notice the lumbering form of the much larger wolf waiting in the shadows, and when the coyote was too busy being proud of his catch, Blythe rushed out, grabbing the coyote by its head, it dropped its prey and began snapping at anything it could to get away, whining and growling, and yelping, making quite the scene. Blythe was stronger and larger then the weak coyote, and promptly shoved its face into the dirt. While it was not her prerogative to kill the coyote for stealing, she could hold it there for the time being until the proper authorities arrived to give the varmint a proper trial. It was squirming and yelping, doing whatever it could to get away under the massive jaws that were wrapped around its face. Blythe placed one of her massive paws on the back of its neck, and lifted her head from the coyotes face, whispering a threat to it, "You better hush now honey- or I'll give ya something real to scream about, ya hear?"
With that threat, the coyotes cries silenced, and were replaced by pleas for mercy.
But Blythe wasn't the authority around here, nor was she the sheriff. But she could do a citizens arrest for the time being, waiting at the border for an actual sheriff to arrive, or hell, even a local deputy or someone who lived in this place. Either would work, she'd just hand em off to the local authority and plead her case to the judge, or what have you.
When someone did finally come along, they'd find her standing over the coyote, paw shoving its head into the dirt, the rest of its body wriggling to get free. Dirt brown eyes would meet the stranger, and dipped her head as if she wore a cowboy hat, "Evening friend, I caught this varmint tryin' to steal some a yer food and ya know, that ain't right, or lawful, so I held him here for ya ta give him a trial you deemed fittin'."
Usually stealing was a death sentence in any pack, but, Blythe didn't know the laws here so it was best to leave it up to the stranger and his packs laws. If it had been up to her, she woulda snapped the dammed things neck already, but- again, gotta leave it to the local authorities.
It was the civil thing to do after all.