Another loud yelp escaped the poor coyote as the evil woman put another piece of hot metal through its other leg. She did not even give him the chance to recover from that before she was upon him with her weapon of metal and fire. Her voice was dark and cruel as she demanded him to beg for his life, to beg like a bitch.<br/><br/>This was not what he wanted, he was just trying to make her happy like him but now she was taken even his happiness from him. Tears leaked from his eyes as his infected blood leaked from his wounds, he did not want to die. Survival instincts, the need to rebuild the pack, the needs of the virus, and just plan fear had him frozen in place crying in fear like so lost child. The womanâ€™s expression seemed to harden and her weapon began to be brought to bear for the last shot, she was going to kill him.<br/><br/>He broke down in that instance, whimpering and whining to be spared as his mind seemed unable to grasp the ability to speak the language he once knew. He started to inch his way across the ground to her to grovel, nuzzle or lick her shins and feet, anything to stay alive just a moment longer. His moment froze just as quickly as it began as the woman continued to gaze coldly down upon him with that weapon pointed at him. He squeezed his eyes shut and letting out another whimpering whine as fresh tears streaked its muzzle. He was going to die, wasnâ€™t heâ€¦