Kintla Flatlands put me on the front line

And now, EXIT DOG. For now. Anyway. Maybe.

Suddenly, it seemed as though the coywolf relented upon him. In what seemed a flash, the dark figure vanished from his narrowed field of vision. What rolled back in the form of awareness was the staggering pain he had ignored as he climbed unsteadily to his feet. He didn't hear the words coming out of the coywolf's mouth, but he understood the tone all the same.

As quickly as he could, Twister broke away from the scene. It wasn't like him to admit defeat as he snaked low and quickly between the swatches of grass, but he knew it was not worth his life. He would find food elsewhere in time, he hoped, but for now he would have to make do with a poor and nowhere near quick escape from the creature.

He did not allow himself to consider the fact that he was unquestionably a pitiful sight.

Nor did he look to see if he was being pursued.