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Trent was completely unaware of his intrusion, and when he heard a sound, he was probably as bewildered as the child upon turning around. Trent wasn't very sure-footed yet in his optime form, and the pup's cry was nearly enough to topple him over. Needless to say, when the pup bit down on his leg, Trent was unable to keep his balance and he crashed into the ground. The coywolf wasn't very good at defending himself to begin with, but in this form he was especially poor at it. He couldn't even reach the pup with his own teeth, and even if he wanted to, he wasn't sure it was a good idea. After all, only high ranking wolf pairs bred where he was from, so he assumed that meant that this was some top dog's child. It seemed like a stupid idea to attack back, anyway.
In lack of a possibility or the courage to attack, all Trent could do was scream in horror as he was floored by the pup. Owowow!
he cried out, and even though his laying position already made him feel rather submissive he pressed his head to the ground, ears flattening, hoping that the fact he wasn't getting up and attacking back would be enough of a reason to let him go. The little teeth hurt like hell, and Trent felt as though his leg had to be bleeding what with how much it hurt. Since Trent hadn't really gotten into physical altercations much though, always backing down when more dominant wolves asked him to, he might as well not be bleeding and exaggerating his pain, though.