The Purge

She stood beside him, seemingly indecisive, her expression twisted and her gaze settled somewhere in the distance. The facade didn't last long. As soon as her mind was made, the Bellatrix darted towards the coyote he'd spotted. For a second he was a bit miffed-he'd seen that one first-and then her tail smacked him across the face and forced him into action. He'd give her that one.

Pushing off, Valentine made a beeline for a nearby thicket. It seemed like a decent hiding place, a little short for his frame but a potential haven for a coyote. He only hoped they were dumb enough to hide there.

Bingo

Seeing him coming, a timid coyote fled the safety of the thicket. The massive brute was quick to change course, his pace quickening as he dove towards the fleeing thief. The short legs of the coyote, though propelled by terror, were no match for the titan's superior stride. In a matter of heartbeats he was on its heels, the long hairs of its tail tickling his nose. Valentine's mouth watered and his pupils dilated in anticipation. When the timing was right his jaws parted, head snaking down as he moved to grip the coyote's spine just above its hips. The scent of young filled his nostrils as blood burst across  the inside of his mouth. The coyote screamed, her shrill voice ringing in his ears as he lifted her off the ground. No mercy shattered his heart or slowed his movements, instead, he was empty and blind to her suffering. The coyote writhed in his grip, curling in on herself to sink sharp little teeth into the bridge of his nose. Enraged, Valentine snarled, his stance widening and his head lowering as he readied himself to shake the life from his captive. When the shaking was unsuccessful (evident by the continued shrieking of the coyote) he dropped it and then pounced on it, crushing it to the ground before repeatedly sinking his teeth into it.

Silence reined.

Pink saliva dripping from his jowls, the brute straightened. The scent of the newly deceased thief weighed heavily on his senses. It was a mother, eh? Coyote cubs would be easy pickings. If he could find the den he could win the challenge with no trouble. Victorious, the brute boomed, "ONE."