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Well, this was just embarrassing. Kingsley, the dastardly pirate and fearsome mercenary with a lot more than just a few notches on his belt, having his quarry not only stolen by a measly coyote, but having a mere yearling retrieve it for him! He paused mid stride as a lithe shadow sprinted past, long legs carrying her far quicker than he could ever hope to be. She managed to catch up to the wretched creature in moments before leaping and bringing him down with a loud thump.

Kingsley picked up the pace to close the distance between them. "Aye, me treasure!" he barked in response to her question with a hearty laugh, rounding her side with a wave of his own tail. With his jaws held shut by the girl's paw, the coyote had lost his grip on the bone, which the pirate now lazily kicked out of his reach as he moved to stand before him. "Well, y'caught the bugger, feel free t'do the honours, lass," he said, gaze flicking to the smaller woman questioningly.