Bubblegum

Another coyote flew at her with fury, its teeth sinking into the side of her scruff. It held fast to her, despite her greater strength. It was desperate for revenge, and much too foolish to fall back and save its skin. Absinth let a cackle fall from her lips as she craned her neck to snap her jaws down on its nape, letting the crushing power of her jaws encompass and overwhelm the coyote’s pain threshold. It released her with a cry, whipping its limbs at her in the hopes of clawing her chest to no avail.

She continued to apply pressure. More and more. Squeezing, crushing – the creature's face completely twisted in the gulf of suffering. And then the crack comes. It is a hollow sound, and in an instant the coyote is limp. It’s tongue lolling out from its mouth, eyes fading into dullness.

She drops it with a giggle, stepping over the body to peer over at Ely and her own enjoyment of their playtime.


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