Emberwood we just disagree

She tugged back, which wasn't surprising in the least. Dune had known he was going to have to fight for his kill the second she showed up. His growl grew louder, his hackles raised, and Dune's icy blue eyes glared right back at her. If she wanted this food, she was going to have to fight him for it and win.

Dune once again pulled at the coyote's flesh, this time giving it a good, hard jerk toward him and away from the black stranger. His lips curled in a nasty snarl, even though it stung the cut that the coyote had given him minutes earlier. His front feet dug into the ground as he pulled, then he tugged right to left in an attempt to throw her off balance and loosen her grip on the creature.