Be the spotlight on the lonley stage

The coyote's race for life and death continued - now having too eager hunters at it's heels. Osprey put all effort in her leaps, so did Koda - for a moment they were even and then she got the upper hand. Only for the prey to slip, trip and have it's life ended in Koda's jaws. She watched him finish the creature with slight disappointment that she had not been the one to kill it. There was a tinge of sadness too for the misfortune of the canine - something she always felt, when one of wolf look-alikes died.

"Not anymore," Osprey said, leaning down to give a sniff at the lifeless body of the animal. It was still warm and there were tiny streaks of blood, where Koda's teeth had got through the skin. She pondered, whether to eat it or not, because - frankly speaking - she was hungry and the meat was fresh. But it's smell was odd and made her wince and turn away. "Not with this one, anyway," it was true that there had been a problem with a thief months earlier and this one could have been it. Or simply someone, who had happened to be in the wrong time at the wrong place.

"What are we going to do with it?"