Blacktail Deer Plateau A Taste for Deer

Although it was fulfilling to feel his teeth rip into her skin, the relatively small wound it inflicted did not satisfy the furious Alpha male. He couldn't decide if the coyote was cocky or downright stupid. Why didn't she run? Did she really think he was listening to her? Sure, she was slippery but she was taking a huge risk by insisting on hanging around; her luck would run out and she would pay with her life.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP AND GET OUT," Peregrine thundered in her face even as she suddenly turned and began cantering toward the borders. The swarthy male ran after her. He wasn't going to be satisfied merely chasing her away, nor would he cease his assault until she was well beyond his borders.

When she made the mistake of popping a squat, he sprang at her again, once more aiming to kill, his fangs seeking the side of her neck in the hopes of ripping right through it. He would happily feed her carcass to his family once he laid her to waste.