Kintla Flatlands The fall of the dream machine

Sorry for the delay. Been struggling with a headache that just didn't want to go away :/

It wasn’t so much that the raccoon was fearless, really. It was more that the creature could only move so fast because of the infected back leg. It was in pain and unable to move very fast, but it was slowly putting some distance between it and the two wolves. Honestly, though, it hadn’t realized yet that it was being stalked and talked about as a meal. It would likely put up as much of a fight as it could, though, simply because a wounded animal was already a wicked vicious thing. His tail wiggled when she said his plan wasn’t bad and he pushed his ears fully forward when she mentioned elaborating on it. He wasn’t at all upset that she had a different idea, a better plan. He was far from being the world’s greatest hunter, after all. He nodded as he listened, turning his gaze toward the raccoon. ”I can distract it,” he volunteered. Though neither of them were large wolves, his aunt was by far bigger than him. That meant, to him, her bite would pack more of a punch than his.