Kildeer Rest Winter's Kiss

With his face practically submerged in the meat of his kill, by the time Pluto's small nose lifted back into the air, the scent of lone wolf was already quickly strengthening, as well as the sound of pawsteps. Most coyotes would have attempted to swallow the rest of their catch whole before escaping, but Pluto had a different approach to the situation. If a wolf was going to try and snatch his kill or simply had just come to toy with him himself, he wasn't going to let any other civilized canine feed off of the thin rabbit's flesh. The small coyote began to stomp the creature into the crumbling earth, savagely ripping through flesh and ligaments and simply letting them scatter. Wasting food? Eh, you could put it that way, but Pluto couldn't let any other creature benefit from his own actions, it simply wasn't his way! Besides, he couldn't just gorge on the entire thing and try to run, that would make an even bigger mess. The wolf suddenly exploded from the surrounding grasses, barreling into his little flattened clearing with maw agape and ivory fangs gleaming. Pluto arched his spine, attempting to jump out of the larger predator's range with his own jowls parted, releasing a yap of, "Piss off."

Pluto landed, small claws sinking into the earth in an attempt to stabilize himself before snorting, paws lightly settled on the earth with his toes taking most of his weight just in case he had to jump again. "Don't ya have some fleabitten pack to run off to?" He taunted, watching the much larger creature with scorn, pale tongue slipping out from his chops to rasp across his crimson jowls, flicking towards his nose and dampening that area as well to keep his sense of smell sharp just in case the fleabag had friends. Pluto began to bounce on his toes, still watching the wolf with his entire body tensing to jump again, wishing to live up to his ancestors' reputations of being talented escape artists and just general pains in the asses.