Bramblepoint no time to sleep

Did his kind even taste that good? the coyote found himself wondering as the wolf replied in a relaxed drawl. His tail tucked between his legs slightly at the threat, though he planned of course on delivering on his promise. This was his life on the line, after all. And maybe he could find a way to get back at the wolf for the inconvenient and painful wound.

He winced again as a branch pricked the injury as he made his way out of the brambles towards the male. He kept his distance, though, alert and ready. "Right, right," he breathed nervously before glancing off to the left. The undergrowth seemed thicker there. Sica turned back to the male with a wave of his tail. "Well, there is this hutch of...juicy rabbits further in here," he offered, lying through his teeth, but still he smiled confidently as he gestured with a jerk of his head in the direction to their left.