Duck Lake so i looked into your eyes

the screams, the snap of fangs on air, the wild, violent frenzy of the boy. it ought to have been more than enough to send the coyote on her way, but greyjay is infused with a wildness, a fierceness, only the heady taste of blood can bring. but she knows how quickly the odds can turn, creature made of shadow and cunning, and does not wish to struggle with the boy any longer than is necessary. 

something falters, gives, beneath her grip, and it is enough. her tugging is halted, briefly, and then in one swift motion she twists and pulls sharply toward her, in the same way one might try to get the top off a particularly crust bottle of maple syrup. she is not strong, nor decisive, but she knows the lay of bone and tendon and will manipulate them to the best she can.