Duck Lake nobody wants to be here and nobody wants to leave

Cyclone did what she should have expected: spun out of the way of her not-serious teeth. Fern's mouth clapped shut for a moment only, and her ears shot forwards to catch what her little sister was saying. She continued her run for a few steps beyond where Cy was standing and tossed the retreating dark figure of the coyote a sharp look and a scoff.

No way — It was your lack of game that scared him. Her hazel eyes narrowed slightly as she spied the stranger, only to widen a second later, and she looked to Cyclone as if in a new light. What'd you think you were doing? That's a coyote! Gross. Ignoring the fact that her little sister was - well - her little sister, thus veto-ing any shenanigans by default, Fern couldn't fathom doing anything to a coyote besides chasing, biting, and tearing.

She rounded upon her sister then, buffering her with a shoulder. If you wanna call him back, feel free. I'm more than a little peckish!