i'm hearing all the alarms ring-a-ling

Was he being harassed, or doing the harassing? Davey is really already enjoying himself, grip tight on his flail. Learning how to wield it the most effectively... even if it's not the most efficient. Frankly, the boy is wild. Unhinged, at best. At worst? Maybe a little disorganized. Maybe a lot disorganized. The yelp and yap of the coyotes hasn't subsided, not yet.

He's not alone for long. Someone else had arrived, and Davey needed to be a little more careful with that axe. Still swinging, he rounds on the coyote that's attempting to flank him. Catching sight of the large girl in his periphery, though he doesn't allow his attention to drift. One coyote down, and the next in his sights, he charges it. Let him get some practice in close quarters with it, yeah?

"speech"