Hideaway Strath screaming at the top of your lungs

Instead of running away, he managed to grab her tail, which flustered Charles somewhat because it was so unexpected. It wasn't a lengthy victory, though, as soon she spun around and came running at him with a grin on her face. Man, this chick was totally crazy, but at least he had a friend in her; a commodity the coywolf didn't have much of these days. Not since the bear incident, when he left all of his new friends — the ones who were still alive, anyway — behind.

Charles instinctively spun along when she moved past him. He thought she was going to just run away in that direction but then she suddenly lunged for his back and tail. Charles felt his tail instinctively tuck between his hind legs and his back cramped down submissively at the thought of punishment, despite her cheerfully sparkling eyes and her laughter. In his head it was easily turned into a honing laughter and it was his brother looming over him, trying to grab his tail and yank it so that he could hear Charles scream.

She missed his tail but there was still something predatory in her expression when she lunged at him. Charles wanted to run, everything inside of him said run, run, run! but in the end, instead he just crouched to the ground; submissive, small; eyes and jaw tightly clenched shut as he waited for impact.