Shadow Mountain Rockclimbing fiend

Pluto's large ears swiveled forwards as the boy's slightly teasing attitude quickly melted into one of admiration, swiftly barking and stating that he would like to hear that story as well. The coyote smiled again, the glint of pride in his eyes practically glowing by now as he began his tale. "Well, it was a cold winter, and there was hardly any prey. A bobcat had moved into the meadow, and was eating everything. One day I snuck out and found it setting down a rabbit to eat, and I ran out and snatched it!" Pluto exclaimed, snapping his jaws again before continuing. "It clawed me right in the face and blood was everywhere, but I jumped away and it only got one more hit. I slept with a full belly that night, and I never saw that cat again." He cackled, rising to his small paws and turning his body to the side, flashing his left hip which was sliced with deep, pale scar tissue where the feline had bitten him.

The coyote had been lucky that the bobcat hadn't bit far enough to reach bone, or else he may not have been there  at the moment to tell the very same story. Sure it had hurt, but after a month or two of healing, Pluto was ready to head off again and continue his explorations. "What about you? Got any stories of yer own?" He asked, raising his brow slightly at the thickly furred, ivory yearling. Just looking at him, Pluto could tell that he'd never been in a real, drawing-blood fight. But maybe he had some family story passed down from generation to generation or something.