The piercing wounds tore, the blood dripping from the now ragged punctures that the coyote's teeth had inflicted. They were deep, touching the muscles and break and bruising them. The pain was unavoidable, and though his body was saturated with the numbing adrenaline not even that could blind his mind from the searing sensation.
The only thing that saved his advance was the entanglement that the two beasts and the weight that he owned against the yote. His mouth fell upon the lower neck of the sand and blood hued canine, the skin there thick and loose. It was easy to hold, but the extension of his own and the wounds that poured life from his shoulder were tearing at the effort and his grip could not lift and shake the life out of the smaller beast.
Jaws screamed in the depths of his face and up to his ears as he held them steady against the coy's form. But his legs could not hold, and the while beast leaned harder, and practically fell into the smaller jaws of the unnamed coyote. They bypassed fur, the skin butter beneath them and hit the rounded bones of his shoulder and collar. Minos could not hold any longer, his voice calling out in a growl and whine mixture. The coyotes flesh fell from his grasp and all the beast could do was push into the biting creature, falling and simultaneously trying to get away from his biting mouth.