Rosewater Oasis red desert dunes

Moments away from impending death, the coyote made a quick offer; an answer differing from the provided choices.

At first, it seemed an enticing thing to consider. But Widower silently wondered if whether they could be trusted to fulfill this offer. And when considering recent events, she figured they had a slim chance of truly collecting such a wealthy sum for their mercy.

The Widower snarled, paw pressing down harder. I don't trust you have anything to equate to the worth of your life, so no. No deal. And with a pleasure filled smirk, she spewed a few final words. I would ask if you had any last words, but I really don't care to hear anymore filth from you. Glancing up to Tumbleweed then, she would first be sure they were prepared for the furious writhing to come. If the coyote was not held down properly, they would set themselves free with ease. And such a thing could not be permitted to happen.