Deepwood Weald Lost without you

Pluto's nagging and taunting eventually payed off, with the large, chocolate furred wolf roared in fury as she barreled towards him with fangs bared, saliva and froth flying as she charged. Swiftly the coyote turned and began to sprint, feeling pain lance up his already short tail as what he assumed were fangs or claws as he used his small, nimble size to his advantage. Drops of crimson flew from his tail, splattering against the white sand as he darted across the beach and back into the forest, where he hoped that he could lose his pursuer. He had his fun, and now it was time to leave before he was torn to bits. Pluto didn't bother looking backwards to see how far he was away from the female wolf, or how bad the cut on his tail was. With a last cackle of mischief, the coyote darted between the trees and under bushes as a grey blur, not stopping his run until he was safe from the maddened witch.

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