Coyote Ugly

One liquid teal eye kept watch on the pup as she sallied and threw herself into the fight with her pair of coyotes. She seemed to by handling herself quite well for a wolf so young, and as she threw one of her opponents into the other, the thrown coyote charged back at the pup to avenge its dignity, while the one its forcefully-flung form as sent barreling whirled and ran straight into the huge horse it hadn’t noticed before.

Taliesyn didn’t bother with any showy rearing or ramping. That was best left to scaring off larger predators. Really, coyotes usually weren’t an issue to horses. They weren’t generally large enough to endanger a foal, unless, of course, they gathered in a pack. Then they were dealt with, and with a vicious trampling, more often than not.

Instead, he was quick. He might have been large, but even a large horse could swerve and twist like a blink to deliver a double barrel or single-barreled kick to a cocky predator. He was still faced with two, but two swiftly became one as Taliesyn snaked his great head down and clamped his blunt teeth on the nearest ‘yote’s scruff and shook it violently, rearing finally.

He slung and twisted, front legs hammering up into the small body which emitted a shriek of terror and pain as the horse’s hooves hammered the ground and he slingshot the coyote as far as … equinely … possible. The coyote hit the ground again, but not very quickly. And it didn’t come back or even glance over its shoulder as it scrambled to its paws and bolted, one foreleg tucked up against its breast, the paw flopping uselessly.

Tal didn’t bother watching it as he whirled back to the fight with a lash of his tail and a snort.

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think