Fairspell Meadow Fine mom

Thatch heard a rustle to the right of him and he froze. He wasn't scared, just cautious. He was rolled upside down, if his visitor wanted to attack him his soft spot was wide open. Yet he didn't feel vulnerable. He always his his fear very well. He looked out of the corner of his golden eyes to see an upside down coyote. He smiled, Sweet, someone to mess with. He rolled over and looked up over the grass at the female giving her a wicked grin.

Helloooo, I'm Thatch. How are you doing today? He asked playfully, putting a dramatic emphasis on 'you'. He didn't plan on killing the female. Instead he just wanted to talk, maybe get some info out of or scare. He was a bit insane, but not in a disabled way. Just a lot a bit over the top.