Heron Lake Plateau show me your peepis

The coyote was right there. He was just starting to play around with it, worry it a little, when CLOVER FUCKING BLACKTHORN came outta nowhere and went for its face. It was already veering away from Screech at a strange angle, and to have another opponent suddenly going for its vital spots was just too much. It snapped at her and then ducked, and with a few quick steps it had evaded both wolves.

However, the wolves could not detour fast enough, and went colliding in to one another in the next second. Clover's stupid face hit Screech in the chest. He felt his jaws snap together; one tooth catching the edge of his tongue, but the crunch of his teeth was another matter. Pain radiated through his mandible but it was dwarfed by the collision of chest — legs — belly — ground, as the two devolved in to a pile.

Her shout was rivaled by his own yowling of frustration and pain — he shoved at her even before realizing they were tangled up together, kicking and pushing, and eventually giving up. Screech was stuck on his back with Clover more-or-less sitting on him. Blood was dribbling from the corner of his mouth, and he just barely could turn his head to spit a mess of blood in to the grass. 

Oh, there was a tooth in there somewhere too. 

WHAT THE FLUCK? He said, once the chaos had settled.