Overture Downs he was eager for the tale to go on

Merrick had found a living toy to kill. Nunataq watched him make the first blow and joined him after that with a cruel glint in her eyes. She inspected the coyote's injury from a safe distance (meaning that it was unable to turn and snap at her), then ventured closer and scrunched her nose at the smell of putrid, infected flesh. I am not going to eat that. The expression of disgust, when she retreated, did not need any further explanations.

It was funny, really, because she was not usually picky about her food and a coyote being a coyote had not deterred her from unearthing a half-rotten corpse of it months earlier. But either because she had hunted and eaten better than that since, or there was something really wrong with this prey, she refused.

However, the coyote sensed it's window of opportunity, while she had been thinking, had gathered all of it's waning strengths and attempted to bolt from the two would-be-killers.