Kintla Flatlands put me on the front line

With teeth snapping at his legs and almost closing on them, Jaws held the dog only briefly, enough to snarl loudly at him. "I invited you to dinner, why don't you just accept the invitation!" he then sprang free of the dog, not wanting to have his legs chewed. His guard did not falter for a moment, his limbs were tense and dedicated to reacting fast. Jaws hoped the dog had a flicker of sense left in its maddened head, to know that the coywolf could have went for the killing bite then and there while he had the advantage of position. But still, Jaws held on to his desire not to kill the dog despite promising to do so the last time he warned him and the warning was unheeded.