Deepwood Weald Lost without you

Pluto halted his dance, paws still lightly perched on the earth as he watched the female's slow approach through dark eyes, deciding not to waste his precious energy until it was time to actually run and not stop until he was positive that he had lost her, but for now, he had to save it. So he instead just decided on standing there, toes digging into the sand as he waited for any sign that he needed to bounce further away. The female began to bark again, first stating that she didn't have all day for these shenanigans before attempting to insult the silver bastard, who's lean muzzle parted as a small chuckle escaped his maw, raising a paw and running it against his cheek dramatically before responding. "And yet, I'm still so much prettier." He taunted, placing his paw back onto the earth before fluttering his short eyelashes, an obvious, poor attempt at flaunting whatever beauty he actually had (which was not much compared to most others).

Pluto then waved his tail back and forth again, bounding several yards away before sitting this time, jowls stretching as a mock yawn escaped his lungs, jaw clamping shut again as he rose into a standing position. This was beginning to get boring, although he didn't regret throwing his pebble at the hag only a few minutes ago. She had provided some quality entertainment in the beginning, but now, the little coyote was ready to move onto some other poor sap. Maybe he could piss on something and get some big, macho, over aggressive pack wolf to get up in his face and try to intimidate him into submission. Although it had earned him some scars and a slightly shorter tail by this point, it was always pretty fun.