Duck Lake it's all shits and giggles until someone giggles and shits

From day one he had met everything in his life with his teeth. The storm was no different. He snapped savagely at the raindrops, and snarled back at the thunder that rang too loud in his ears. Fed up and frustrated with everything, the coywolf ranged out of the confines of the cave while his mother and father searched for his brother.

The hail that came next was another irritant for his fangs to destroy. He attacked the first few pieces to fall, reeling on those that struck him first with terrible ferocity. But as the hail came faster and faster and battered his snout, his head, his back and his ass, he became overwhelmed. Not unlike his brother, he ran toward the clearest skies he could see, raging and spitting the entire way like a furious cat chased by wasps.

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He might have found himself nearer his brother if he had not ran astray of a rogue. Brazen as he was, and even more so that he was hungry, he tested his luck stealing from the wolf's kill and learned, in no uncertain terms, that his luck had run out. He lay unconscious, bleeding from deep tears in his neck and numerous bites along his back and haunches; fortunate enough to escape, but unfortunate enough to find himself at the mercy of whoever might find him first.