12-18-2007, 09:52 AM
The boy lifted a lip contemptously. He wasn't afraid of any coyote, no matter how big. And then the beast was leaping at him. Shadow tried to leap away, to avoid the rending he could see following the movemet, but was too slow. Claw met shoulder, removing not only fur, but skin and a chunk of muscle too. Rather than be afraid, the pain angered the child. His hackles stood on end, and he artlessly launched himself at the older 'yote, fangs and claws glittering, but ineffective. the boy hadn't been taught to hunt or fight, he'd been taught to heal.