Sleeping Dragon the weight of this combination

a quick lil thing to get in here but,

His timing was evidently good today, as Dio'd been rounding along the south when he began to approach the scene in which Gavriel had encountered the coyote far too close for comfort. The wocha's ears swung forward, nose quivering, and quickly, he moved up to a faster pace to close the last stretch of space the second anything seemed amiss on these borderlands -- where he'd been almost exclusively. When scents lined up to the sight of it all, his hackles rose stiff and now he knew precisely what the target would be.

While outright stealth may never be his greatest asset, he lunged for the smaller canine hopefully with the element of surprise on his side. He did not know if it would turn to run before he could make it all the way there, or if Gavriel may even get a hold on it before him, but he moved upon it teeth first and without hesitation.