Sleepy Fox Hollow I think I’m doing alright.

As per Meridian's calculations, Anselm was likely going to be tired after his sprint, and by staying back a few steps as she spoke, the coyote would have an easy escape if he attacked again. Meridian's calculations failed her. The cinder wolf seemed to be in no mood for logical discussion, and when she turned to flee, his lunge caught her tail. Her cinnamon colored tail was something Meridian groomed with much care, she hated the thought of it being ripped away from her. Meridian whirled around in a series of frantic yips, lunging for Anselm's ear. He didn't need it anyway, if he couldn't listen to logic.