sorry all i know is "bite things" and "love my wife"

The coyote struggled, flailed its leg about while his Aunt slowly robbed the creature of air. He could feel around in the limb with his teeth, where the squishy parts were that bought forth a flood of blood into his mouth, dripping down his jaws. It was a euphoric feeling for the youngster, one he could readily get used to, until finally the blood stopped coming, and the body hung limp. It was a fresh breath of air from outside that told him they had missed some.

Setting off down the passageway with his nose to the wind, thrill of the hunt coursing through his veins the boy was single minded. Drive them off. Remind them why they shouldn't ever come back.

“Speech”