Phoenix Maplewood Hunger will drive you insane

The young coyote didn’t run away, as he expected. Instead, she delved into a shrub, littered with thorns and hard branches. He was quick to follow, but it wasn’t nearly as easy for him to shove his large body into the bush. Well, it probably wasn’t easy for her either, but her body could fit where his had to fight to be.
 
With a growl, he shoved his face in after her, his jaws just missing her. His front legs dug fiercely, frantically, at the branches, trying to break them and move them out of his way. The thorns cut his skin, the branches hit his face, but he did not stop. Life demanded fuel, and she was it.