Bramblepoint two hundred miles through the deepest dark forest

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The next thing Carrots realizes is he’s spinning and he flails, slinging all four limbs around unti he touches the ground.  He’s able to swat at the coyote’s nose enough to draw blood but he doesn’t revel in the victory too long when the other is on him again.  Rickshaw isn’t giving up, aiming for him, before he’s able to gather his mind long enough to get free.  He stumbles on the ground a few steps but soon the coyote is on top of him, teeth around him and puncturing him.  Carrots twists his slender body, trying to get a few more swats in, even tries to snap his jaws at the other, before he can’t move anymore.