Broken Antler Fen the vorpal blade went snicker-snack!

Fortunately for her, he didn't take advantage of her absolute vulnerability and open her throat right then and there. Instead, he slowly backed away and took up a watchful position nearby. Sugar wasn't aware of any of this. She didn't react in any way when he removed himself, continuing to simply sprawl there lifelessly, blood oozing from her various wounds.

Some indeterminate amount of time later, she finally roused. She jerked slightly and blinked more than a dozen times, then gradually righted herself. There was still a dullness to her gaze. Sugar didn't even notice the coyote still perched nearby, his own gaze boring into her. She turned her striped back to him and began to limp away, headed south, then east, then south again... zig-zagging like a mindless drunk until she disappeared into the distance.