Nala, Tokyo, King and good posting order? 300+ words.

As the others arrived, Nala looked at Kaena nervously, almost worried by the fact that everyone there seemed so much bigger than him. Nala had hardly any experience with fighting, but what he did have was recent. The scraps with Myrtle and Fae were seemingly good practice to the young coyote. Of course, he was nervous about this, since he'd kind of gotten his butt kicked when it had come to Fae. No one seemed to be looking at him, though, and as they all began to separate from one another, Nala crouched low, sneaking forward. He did not particularly want to be stuck fighting one of the big, scary Dahlian males, and it seemed that the woman with the puppy that had started all this was not wanting to fight. Since she was back up, Nala honed in one her, deciding she might be a good choice.

With a very soft growl, the boy moved closer, tail swishing behind him. If he targetted the one that started everything, then everyone would be more proud of him than he imagined initially! Nala had told Anselm that he was quick, and it was true. He only hoped that being fast on his feet and his small size would help him now. For the second time, he faced himself against a canine standing on two legs. Like he had when Myrtle had come to Inferni, Nala tried to ignore this fact. He could not afford to marvel at the ability she posessed to stand on two legs. He did not really want to hurt her puppy, but if he could hurt the woman, then the puppy would probably run off. Maybe the woman would even run, too. That would be good for him. With a yip of a battle cry, Nala launched himself at Tokyo's legs, snapping at her ankles and the bend of her knee, hoping to knock her down and win.

eeee, sorry. . . >_>; 300+ words.

Unlike most willing or unwilling participants, Nala did not really have a personal stake in this war. He had no family in the area (and if he did, with the way his family had treated him, he did not think he would have cared), and he had not belonged to the clan for any length of time. The war had begun long before his arrival in the area, so he had not even been present to watch everything unfold. No, the war between the coyotes and wolves was completely foreign to him. He had never known the prejudice between the two species. The young coyote had simply come to the area at what could easily be considered a bad time, but he had been accepted, and so he had stayed. There was not much else he could have done, anyway. Nala was a follower with absolutely no concept of how to live his life on his own.

Her advantage of having two legs instead of the usual four was something Nala wished she didn't have. His teeth had made contact and he had tried his hardest to knock her down by hurting her, but the swift kick that came in response caught him unawares on the side, sending him toppling backward awkwardly. Shaking himself, the coyote stood up, sputtering in annoyance as he watched her set the puppy down. For a moment, he did not know whether he should go after the puppy or the mother--obviously, both of them were targets in this big battle. Then his eyes settled on the rock she had picked up, bright eyes wide and fixated on the object. That answered his question, though. She had a rock and hands to use it with, so she needed to lose, not the puppy. Nala jumped at her again, scrambling in the air for some sort of hold with claws and teeth at her torso, so much larger than his small stature, being a normal coyote and all.

Nala was not as surprised this time as he felt his claws enter her and he felt her stumble backwards. It had been astonishing when it had happened during his first fight, with Myrtle, and he had even been surprised during his second fight, with Fae. Now, though, it did not bring him surprising joy, because it was not new anymore. Since his arrival in Inferni, he had become useful for his clan. He had never fought before coming here, but now it was not something he found strange or frightening. Nala only wanted to help those he cared about, and that meant helping Inferni.

What did surprise him, however, was the blow to his ribs from the rock, sending him skittering sideways, making it difficult for him to remain standing on all four paws. He did it, but it was still difficult. And that had hurt! Nala growled, baring his teeth at the mother and child, before darting in again, snapping at her ankles and calves but being very wary of her feet and the possibility of being kicked again. He knew that his small stature was an advantage, in this case, as she would likely have to bend to do anything to him.

It was very important to him that he not lose this battle, as it would certainly not reflect well on him if he lost. Of course, he did not know what he would do to win—he did not think he could kill either of them, and that was probably why they were here, right? Nala could not imagine actually killing someone! It was very unlikely he would ever do it if it came down to that; he simply could not, especially not the little puppy, even if the Dahlian wolves were big meanies who kept attacking Inferni. Nala backed away when she did, adding some more space between them so that he could catch his breath properly. For now, he waited, unsure of what his next move should be, his gaze flickering over to the unthreatening puppy for a very brief moment. The side of his chest hurt from where she had hit him with the rock, and he wanted to make sure he could see her fully to watch for her next move, eyes locked on her form, breath bated.