Unfortunately, Clara's little turret defense last night did not go unnoticed as two infect mountain lion anthros slinked closer. Unknowing to the young vixen, she had inadvertantly entered a territory that was contested over between pack of coyotes and a 'tribe' of lions... primarily over new potential mates/pack members. While the coyotes had had numbers on their side, the lions had retain enough of their minds to be a bit clever.<br/><br/>The sounds of the turrets firing and the dying sounds of the coyote pack prompted the tribe to send out two scouts to see what had happened. The two young males (tribe usually used same gender for scouting parties and the such as they were more likely to get stuff done... usually) climbed up silently on top of the rock formation that Clara had used to cover her back and gazed in wonder at what they saw. The coyote pack almost destroyed, bodies laying out every where, and the source of such death was one female... one very attractive female. Both males looked at one another and licked their lips, she would be a fine addition to the 'tribe' both being strong and attractive.<br/><br/>Without saying a word, they both pulled out the very item that made them so successful at acquiring mates over the coyotes at times: Blowguns. They did not actually have to catch their 'prey' to change them, their darts were tipped with their blood, saliva, sexual fluids, or any combination of those items. All they needed to do was hit their target and stalk them till they gave in, then they would move in and claim their prize. Despite all that though, the two scouts were pretty sure they would not get a good shot from where they were, so in silent agreement they decided to get closer.<br/><br/>With their feline enhanced bodies, the two moved with barely a sound down the rock formation. Closer and closer they got with darts and blowguns in hand but just before they could truly get to a good position, she jumped into her vehicle and started the engine. Knowing they had little time, they took their shots s quickly as they could. Not seeing if they hit, one went to reload and fire another while the other roared and tried to chase her...<br/><br/>***<br/><br/>Across the way, a lone male coyote looked over the remains of his lost pack mates wanting to go over and check them but fearing the evil female's magics... machines... whatever it was. He burned both with fear and anger at her but the lust was still strong... possibly more so. His pack was destroyed, all the mates dead, now it needed to be rebuilt and though she killed them, she was still the only lone female around. A dangerous female but still only one and without his pack he could not risk more.<br/><br/>He needed to think! Oh how long it seemed since he actually had to do that, so much easier to just follow the body and instincts... it felt so good fucking and hunting. His mind drifted off for a moment as his cock hardened a bit at the thought/memory. Still! The canine shakes his head as the angry sound of her mount brought him back... He needed to get close to her to make her like him... but without dying... think...urgh think.<br/><br/>Eventually he realized which direction she might be going, there was a place that way. Another place that had been filled with evil loud machines and people that dressed the same. So angry they had been till his pack showed them better... His tongue lolls out of his mouth and his penis pokes out slightly from its sheath... He would catch her there! With a clever coyote smile, he takes of towards the abandoned base. He knew how to get there fast... faster than her in her machine and if she stopped there he would be ready... oh yes, he would make her so happy!