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She did not expect to catch the bird, nor even come close. It was more of a warning than anything. Reggie did not notice when the raven appeared to tumble in midair because she had momentarily lost her balance. Her single foreleg bowed but she managed to shift her hips to acquire a new center of gravity. She balanced just in time to watch the raven snatch up the nose and then retreat to a branch high up in a tree.

The coyote snorted quietly. It wasn't much of a loss to her. But as she watched the raven dig into her meal, her gaze drifted back to the muzzle. Slowly, she hopped closer again. What would it taste like, the flesh of her enemies? While the raven ate noisily overhead, Reggie snagged part of the dead wolf's lip and began to nibble at it. It was not unlike the fat that marbled the flesh of other animals, a thought which prompted the coyote to suddenly and forcefully tear it away, leaving the dead wolf grinning at her.