Big Meanie Head

The pup rolled to the side at his request, and tucked safety into a badger hole. The coyote couldn’t reach him there, and had to choose between digging the boy out, or facing the threat. It turned to Mortis at the same time the young boy came careening into him. He knocked the coyote off its feet. Now that it didn’t have its biggest advantage - speed - Mortis had him.

As he had many coyotes in his young life, he pinned it tightly to the earth, and dragged his dire fangs across its neck, effectively ripping it out. As the creature fell limp and lifeless at his feet, he padded closer to the pup, and peered down the hole. “You need a hand getting out?”