Duck Lake so i looked into your eyes

tug and—

pop

the limb is held fast betwixt her jaws, free at last from the boy. she does not hesitate a moment. she drops it, only to grab again swiftly her prize, adjusting it within her jaws as she might a squirrel or a hare. baleful eyes stare at him a fleeting second, and then the coyote turns fluidly, careening into the reeds from whence she came. 

she is a fleeting shadow, seeking solitude in which to scarf down what she can of her prize. but not far, never too far; there is a whole meal to be had if she is patient; flank and liver and kidneys too.