Broken Boulder the slow approach of the sun

Did—did the coyote just hiss at her? Bat blinked and stared, then shook her head with a smile. "Sure thing," she replied to the mistrustful request. "I'll just—" Rather than finish her sentence, she bent down to pluck up the rat. As she straightened, she jerked her head so that the rodent went flying through the air in the coyote's general direction.

She wasn't trying to bean her (she was pretty sure it was a her) in the face, of course, but Bat would find it amusing if that ended up happening. More likely, the projectile would fall short or go wide. Bat wasn't exactly a marksman.