Swiftcurrent Creek Caribou Jerky

her gaze blinked, confusion glinting a moment in her eyes. this woman wanted her to hunt for her? the fuck? as soon as the woman released her, she sprang away, watching the woman a moment, tail lashing. she could run, now. but would the woman take the effort to catch her? and if so, what would happen then? 

pelt prickling, wordlessly, she moved to the stream, nerves on edge. her gaze was fixed on the woman, and wordlessly, she began- she'd give the crazy woman what she wanted, then she'd flee. this time, when she turned to the stream, it took her less time than before to capture one of the silver-scaled fish, which she promptly through in the direction of the woman. her tail lashed, watching, waiting for her to begin to eat. as soon as her teeth fastened within the meal the coyote had offered, she would flee- or at least try too.