A young Sabriel walked among the dirt paths of his home in Georgia. He is quite young, to still be in that state. He wasn't caring if his paws made the loudest ruckus or the smallest taps, he was (surprisingly) in a great mood. He had been able to get away from his family for quite an amount of the day.

He and Raya had gone fishing, he stayed over at the ranch with her and ate lunch, they tolerated the little Yorie, and just spent the day doing nothing. He walked home then, though, his tail swaying lightly back and forth. The darkening sky caused his yellow gaze to glow and gleam.

Somewhere along the path another gaze gleamed in the darkening light. Tail flickered before holding still and paws faintly and quietly stepped forward in stalk of the louder being. A tongue licked over the maw in eager movement.

Sabriel stopped to look up at the stars in the sky, his tail swishing in the air. His silent stalker paused in steps to him stopping. It was easier to attack when he was loud, it's least unexpected. Least unexpected and the more fun. The silent stalkers ears shifted and nostrils flared in scent.

He continued on in his jaunty steps. He briefly paused, to hearing a rustle in the bushes. His yellow orbs fluttered over them. His fur bristled a bit and he waited, to see if he heard anything again, but he didn't so he continued on, a bit quieter and slower in steps then

The coyote continued on ever so silently now, making sure he wasn't heard nor seen. When his prey decided he was safe, and continued to walk noisily without a care, he pounced with a growl of noise.

Sabriel made a low and cut off sound when he was pushed roughly to the dirt path floor by an animal snagging its teeth harshly into his side. He couldn't help but to feel panic arising in his every nerve. He thrashed and tried to get loose, but that was only making it worse.

The jaws sinking into his side were a sharp snap back to reality and he quickly pushed the animal off of him with his back feet. The quick push caused the jaws to take flesh with it and he yelped out in agony. The K-9's front paws had racked down his arm as well. Leaving a long, and in time to be forgotten, scar.

The only thing stopping the coyote from lunging again was a light being beamed down and yells and screams for the animal to 'Git! Git on outta here!' bellowed out on high pitched note. The coyote moved away with lowered head and sleeked ears.

Sabriel lay on the ground, bleeding and in pain as he groaned lowly. Whoever had come to his rescue placed the flashlight in their maw and took their shirt off to rip it up and tie around the brutes wounds. He didn't want to open his eyes, he knew the sight of his own blood would cause him to pass out.

As if he weren't already on the verge of passing out to the amount of blood he'd already lost. The help tied the shirt tightly around both wounds, causing the brute to wince. 'Now don' you go no where..' the voice told him, as if he really could move, and the fae stood up.

She ran back with the flash light bobbing in her paw, grabbing the first aid kit and a mat to pull the brute back in to the ranch instead of the dirt paths. She also woke up her Papa, who got up right away to help.

The two ran back to the brute laying on the ground. Her Papa had grabbed extra linens for the brutes wounds. Raya cleaned them, her ears pinned back and gaze glowing in the dark. She stitched up the wounds, after cleaning them, and wrapped them back in linens.

Sabriel was already passed out by then. He was a large amount of dead weight on the mat. Her Papa and her own strength together dragged the brute back to the house, inside and upstairs to an empty bedroom.

By the time he woke up in the morning, his brother had been up and everywhere looking for him. His dad had called Raya's parents and got the information and was lingering downstairs then, since he said he didn't want to see anyone. That was a lie, he wanted to see Raya, but that was different. She saved his life.

Sabriel winced in pain to the fae dabbing some ointment on top of the bite wound, and then wrapping it up in new linens. He brought his scratched up arm up, and inspected that, maw scrunching as his side began to sting.

Raya was surprised he was awake, usually people with massive bites like that didn't wake up until way later. She rubbed a cool wash cloth over his head, and her other paw made him place his arm down. The young, stubborn brute didn't say anything and tried to shift on the bed.

"Don't do that." Raya told him, "You're going to end up opening the wound again." She added in explanation. It caused him to stop his damn moving, though, which was certainly good. She sighed and rubbed the cold cloth over his head again.

"I'm fine." He commented, his voice sounding weak. His tail flickered in movement. He growled faintly when Raya shook her head with a faint click of noise. Her finger waggled at him in motherly-manner.

"Tsk, ya'rnt fine. Your body still has to regenerate blood cells and you've'nt even eaten. I bet you're hungry'n parched." She spoke on hard and informing tone, getting up to go get him something to eat and drink. She half knew he might fall asleep again, so instead of obtaining the dishes she checked to make sure her half assumption was correct. And it was.

The brute watched her go, his tail twitching and ears pinned back. He winced and his maw scrunched up again to the stinging that throbbed in his side. What the hell was that ointment? Why was she being so motherly? How long would that scratch be there? I'm never going to be loud again, not ever. I'll be able to hear it next time. I wonder what she's going to bring me to eat. That rustle. I knew there was something off about it. I need to listen more carefully. All these thoughts rumbled on in his mind and he was soon, again, to fall to sleep.