It was a matter of moments that she finally started to slow down. He assumed his words sunk into her and she wanted to avoid the risk of hurting herself anymore. He licked his lips to clear his mouth of the previous bite now that the rope was secured around her front limbs. She no longer struggled and his own heaving ensued and leaned back. The pain in his arm was significant and he gritted his teeth; it was only now that it had set in but it would be worth it in the long run. He wanted to prove himself to his last pack, to be able to rip the throat of the coyote that had decided it was a good idea to exile him.
His lips were pulled back as she stared at him and spoke and his golden eyes narrowed bitterly. "Shut up," he repeated. He did not have to answer her questions and he looked over her, unable to decide the nature of her attitude. The female coyotes back home rarely acted out and accepted what the males wanted; it was a way of life. Their main purpose was to carry real coyotes. Perhaps it was because she a wolf or had no proper training in the right way of life. He had not yet let go of her limbs, trying to decide if he should loop her back legs up with the extra that was left over but it would not hold much more, but she did not have to know that. "Just focus on keeping your life," he threatened again, letting her limbs loose and his seat upon her was relieved, slowly pushing back but he kept both hands on her side.
After this point, he had not figured out what he wanted to do and he watched her. "Don't move," he sneered and picked himself up to stand and look down on her weak body. She was not entirely vulnerable or helpless with her back legs but if she decided to get away or break her bonds he would be fast enough to stop her.