sleepless nights

As he chased after the strangely colored coyote, Grimshaw was quickly catching up. Although the animal was smaller and could take faster steps, his strides were long and smooth, closing the distance between him and the coyote before it could run too far. While it would have been smarter to wait for him to have waited until he was closer to the smaller canine, sharp teeth reached out for it's tail and suddenly clamped down as soon as he felt the fur graze his tongue.

Digging his heels into the ground, Grimshaw stopped immediately and used the force to whirl the coyote around off it's feet and literally toss it around behind him, much like a shark with a seal. The coyote yelped as it hit a tree, an audible snap making it obvious the canids spine had broken from the force of it bending backwards against the trunk of the thick tree. Grimshaw smirked, trotting over to the paralyzed animal. With the animal unable to struggle beneath him, he simply used his paw to apply pressure to the coyotes throat to suffocate it. Once the job was done, he grabbed it by a rear leg and began to drag it back to where the other boy waited, his coyote catch killed as well.

Grimshaw dropped the animal to the ground, spitting the loose fur from this mouth. "Any chance you saw where the raccoon went?" He asked, knowing that was the next task. If he had at least seen which way it headed, that was better than nothing at all.

1959/2500

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