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The coyote lifted his head and screamed right in Yeet’s face. The fox’s ears fell back from the sheer force of it, though he didn’t move.

“Damn, bruh, you need to–” His voice cut off when the coyote snapped at him. Yeet flinched instinctively but sharp teeth caught the bridge of his muzzle.

He bounced out of reach and should’ve run. But he was nothing if not foolhardy, so he plopped down in the snow, nearby but out of reach. He remained ready to dart at a moment’s notice.

Touching a paw to his bloody muzzle, Yeet said indignantly, “I can’t believe you’ve done this.”