Wapun Meadow is it far away, in the glitter freeze?

Last from me!

Something had given Draper an advantage. Maybe he had been quicker. Maybe she hadn't had enough to eat today. Maybe he was just at the top of his game. Maybe, for once, he'd just gotten really lucky. Even though he would come away with a few puncture wounds, bruises, and plenty of aches, he would survive. He stood over her for a brief moment, his lips curled back in a snarl, his golden eyes looking more sharp than usual.

When she stirred beneath him, Draper saw his out and he took it. As quickly as he could, the coyote scampered as far away from the crazy stick-up-her-butt bitch as he could. He was smaller, lighter, and (probably?) more motivated to get away than she was to catch him.

By the time he was safely out of her reach, Draper was panting, hacking, and generally exhausted. He slowed his gait to a trot, shaking his coat out. A quick glance over his shoulder assured him that she was no longer a threat.

Another day, another crisis averted.