Otter Creek the art of the fox

Jaws' tactic had worked, the small shrieked and fled, leaving him to business and peace. The coywolf let out a hearty laugh. "Ha!" he barked after her, but her fast legs had carried her out of ear shot. His anger over her wild accusations had become amusement at her expense. Pleased with himself, the coywolf carried on. He may not have gotten the girl this round but he had certainly had the last laugh. And that was good enough for him.