No den??

“Ohhhh, what an idea” he murmured in excitement. He had never considered that before, sticking dead things on the borders in warning. It was in line with what she had said earlier about displaying his trophies, he just hadn’t considered what she meant. His thoughts had flitted by too quickly to settle on it.

He watched as Hester picked up her kill and began to drag it. With his tail wagging behind him, the boy grabbed his own kill. His wings hung up high on either side of him, like some predatory goose, his head held high to drag as much of the coyote into the air as he could. Like this, he pranced towards the border, and brought his kill across it. He didn’t toss it, he wasn’t quite certain he could manage the action as easily as Hester had.

They made their way to the water that ran by their borders, and he watched as she drank from it, before limping into the water. “Oh, did you get injured?” he asked in some surprise. He hadn’t seen her take a hit.