Heron Lake Plateau And hell I took you up on all your threats to leave

Eljay squeezed his eyes shut tight, hoping that this would all soon be over. He kept biting down and felt the struggle between his teeth. The easiest thing was to just keep telling himself that it wasn't really a fight, and that nothing really depended on this. It couldn't end soon enough as far as Eljay was concerned.

Finally the pressure subsided and the screaming in his ears was suddenly gone. As the tail went slack in his mouth Eljay dropped it as if it was a hot potato that was burning his mouth. It was a dead thing now. He frowned, looking startled and shocked as he stared at the dead body. Dead. With wide eyes he looked up at his Beta as she said she hated coyotes and thanked him. "You're -- it's, uhm -- you're welcome," stammered Eljay, and he stared down at the corpse. He was a good enough hunter, but he'd never killed anything that he hadn't then eaten. Eljay felt the urge to clean the wound on his chest, but he couldn't reach it, and he also didn't want to seem like the wuss he obviously was by crying for his mommy, so he ignored the pain for now. "Should.. What do we do with it now?" He wanted to ask if they should eat it, but in case that was a totally weird question, he decided to keep the question more open-ended. Eljay stared at the corpse. The dead corpse. While he tried not to freak out.