Coyote Ugly

Both coyotes scrambled to their feet and Mæva took a few steps back, backing herself up against a tree but she didn't mind. At least she knew one direction she wouldn't be attacked from. Her limbs coiled beneath her, defenses set. The male coyote lunged and she dove to the side at the last second. The coyote was unable to stop in time and, hitting a patch of ice, slid right into the tree. The female coyote dove for her then and Mæva swiftly dropped to her belly, the coyotes fangs just grazing the top of her head. With her jaws flung wide she seized the coyote by the throat. She dug her jaws in deep but there was so much fur and more muscle than she expected for her slimmer jaws. Not to mention she wouldn't be able to watch her back.

With as much force as she could muster she wrapped her arms around the base of the coyotes neck and with a twist threw her down. Just in time as the male coyote dove toward her. To her surprise though he skidded to a halt, standing over his wounded mate. Mæva snarled violently, defenses still set as she took a few steps forward. The male coyote nuzzled his mate and got her to her feet before the pair of them fled.