Phantom Hollow Wanna Know How I Got These Scars? (m)

The coywolf felt his throat being torn out, and he immediately began gasping for air as blood started to clog up in his airways. Every breath was more of a gurgle as the red liquid flowed freely from his throat. His legs kicked out of reflex as he slowly bled out on the ground, dying. His life flashed before him, all he had done. The good, and the bad. And lastly, he saw the image of the one he had done it all for.

His strained voice came out as a gurgle. "Mo..Moth...Mo..." His chest grew still, his kicks becoming less and less. And finally, his eyes glazed over at his final strained breath left him.