Fox's Glade i'm up

There was no need to take calculations on the coyote. Crippled, young, and alone, he could kill her with one good bite to the neck. A combination of pity, wariness of her friends, and a somewhat-good nature kept him from doing so. It was the raccoon that he was concerned with. In a normal battle, he had the better speed and agility, but knew those things had nasty weapons in the form of teeth and claws. As he could climb a tree, he had more maneuverability to get the upper hand...or paw in this case. he would have to keep an eye on him.

As he came closer, he answered the coyote's plea. "I won't" he calmly stated, trying to not let his voice rise too loud. He then brought his attention to the raccoon, a smirk inadvertently forming on his face. "A bit cowardly, aren't we?" he called towards the raccoon, "Talking about all of that and not even making an attempt to avenge your species?" For some reason, he wanted to irritate the bandit. Maybe it was due to that cat from his past or Scratch's own demise running through his head, but it was the first time he was actively trying to antagonize another.