Pak! Pak! Pak! Pak!...

It was the sound of blood dripping to the ground. A black and grey, mottled coyote lay powerlessly on the ground. Although it did not die immediately, it was not far from death. One could even feel the breathing of the Grim Reaper. There was a huge wound on its stomach. The wound was so big that it was almost about to cut it in half. The blood and the intestines were all over the ground, flowing through the dark crevices of the earth, dripping down a small ...