Bramblepoint two hundred miles through the deepest dark forest

Sorry for my short post.

Carrots didn’t know what he expected because the moment he shouted at the larger creature, he’d gained his attention and not in the way he wanted. The coyote leaps forward and he ran back a few steps, crisscrossing in his path.  He doesn’t run far, getting just out of reach of snapping jaws, before he turns around and curves his backward.  He hisses, spitting at the canine as his fur bristles up.  One paw hovers over the ground, toes curling so his claws extend, and quickly he swats at the coyote should he get any closer.