Sleeping Dragon identity

The creature - she had to think of it that way, as far from wolf, from canine, as she could - scuttled away from them both. Colt cleaved through its path to block its escape and Indra found herself becoming more and more creative with her attacks.

Tugging skin. Slicing through fur. Nibbles that got bloodier with each nip. And then a look from Colt - and a show of the coyote's throat; but Indra hesitated in that moment and lost her chance.

Having enough of the harassment, the coyote stopped countering and tried only to flee - cutting a path close to Colt in the process, as the man was unavoidable.