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The boys of Camp D, as well as the now earless cheetah, had tucked tail and ran. Spears or not, they were still just kids.

The headless teddy was slowly blown along the ground. Not even Mortar had bothered to retrieve it, probably because the head had been blown away by the breeze and thus there really was no use for the torso. The rest of the boys had all been quite shocked by what the coyote had done, but the camp demanded constant upkeep: water to be dug up, empty cans to be wrapped up in boxes for when the truck returned, food to be cooked and stowed away, negotiations with other camps to be made; in short, they were all kept quite busy.

Bandit sat outside of Ryan's tent, watching the bird's cough progressively worsen as he deepened a hole with the same shovel that the coyote had used the day before.

Ryan was in the tent now - Bandit had managed to lock him inside, and the coyote had gradually calmed down and lost its animosity as time passed and the day neared dusk. Bandit had been trusted to keep guard, 'keep the beast in his cage' as Roadkill, their wolf, had joked.

Just when Bandit was thinking he was drifting off in his wooden chair, Mortar approached the tent.

"Just here to grab some things."

Bandit wiped his whiskers, listening for any sounds inside the tent. Eventually, he slowly nodded.

The bear, despite the permission, stood still for a while. "I'm really sorry." He finally said.

Bandit didn't respond. Didn't move, didn't do much of anything other than stare. The bags under his green eyes were obvious.

Mortar's ears folded back, and reluctantly he passed the cat and entered the tent.

The coyote was sitting shirtless, rocking back and fourth on his bed with his head in his paws. The amount of red blood that had dried to his paws, muzzle and neck was incredible. To the boys horror, not only had Ryan ripped off the ear; he had swallowed it. It was the only thing anyone had talked about since.

Mortar retrieved his toothbrush from his bag, but that hadn't really been the reason he was here. He walked to the back of the tent and started dug his big hands under the tarp wall. He straightened his back, stretching the bottom of the tarp and letting light seep in through the new gap.

The coyote squinted from the light, but was too curious to look away.

Mortar kept pulling until it was big enough for a hyena to squeeze his way through from the other side. Flack grunted, eventually using the bear's ankle to help him pull himself through.

The bear helped the hyena to his feet, and Flack dusted himself off, looking around with a nod. "Lovely place ye' got." And he grinned his cheeky grin. He turned to the coyote, and he smiled as though the blood hadn't even been there. "Bandit's keeping' watch so I figured I'd sneak me'self in."

The bear grunted.

"So Mortar'd sneak me in, I should say." He nodded his thanks to the bear.

Mortar gathered his toothpaste and left the tent without another word.

Ryan watched him go, still rocking himself back and fourth. "Why'd you come?" He muttered.

Flack parked himself next to the coyote, sitting hard on the stretcher. His facial features were soft. "Figured you'd be all traumatised after... that." He nodded. "Didn't want ye bein' alone as well."

Ryan shook his head. "I can't believe I did that." He had this uncomfortable feeling, as though he could feel his own stomach acids breaking it slowly down inside of him. Made him feel sick.

"Yeh." The hyena said softly, looking down at his lap. "No one can."

They sat there for a while, the only sounds were the faint conversations between the rest of the boys outside... the words were finally over different subjects. Girlfriends. Fishing. Food. Kyle was distantly sharing a cocktail recipe he'd learnt, then there was a scoff and a cough, and a voice that belonged to the bird critiqued the recipe, revealing of prior job experience as a bartender. All gruffness in his voice was removed as they discussed it; the bird seemed quite passionate on the subject.

Ryan slowly felt Flack's arm explore up his back until it was wrapped around him, pulling him closer. He rested his head against the hyena's shoulder, staring into the dead space ahead of him.

The hyena tightened his grip from time to time, which gave Ryan a much needed reassurance. He tried to listen to Flack's quiet breathing to ease his own racing thoughts, focusing on each breath, which was slow and calming. After a while, Ryan's adrenalin slowly fizzled away from his bloodstream. The beat of his heartbeat throbbing steadily for each small movement the hyena made against him. The rapidity of his ears twitching slowed a single state.

Listening for Flack's breaths, letting his musk wash out the bloody fragrance in his canine muzzle. He liked the hyena's scent.

Flack smelled slightly of cinnamon.

A soothing, warm cinnamon that eased the coyote's muscles.

The hyena lifted his arm away and the coyote nearly whimpered.

"Crikey dikes, mate. Almost forgot."

The hyena slipped off his shirt.

Ryan couldn't help himself and he stared down at the rippling muscles descending down the hyena. Even though the hyena was slouched, a firm back of fuzzy abs were prominent against his stomach.

Flack directed the coyote's attention to a bottle of ointment in his hand. His ears were pricked with excitement. He read the front of the bottle with a squint. "An-ti-bac-ter-i-al."

Ryan chuckled and rolled his eyes. He watched as Flack opened the bottle and tipped it against the shirt's corner, making a wet patch.

"Righto, now hold still..."

Flack raised the paw but Ryan softly grabbed it and held it away. Ryan felt his heart start to pound away in chest, another attack of adrenalin slowly seizing up at him.

"Hey," Flack said softly.

The coyote's eyes watered.

"you're okay..."

Ryan closed his eyes to feel the tears soak down into his cheeks, wetting the dry blood. He winced at the feeling of a new sensation: the damp, soft fabric of Flack's shirt wiping the tear away. He opened his eyes and watched the hyena work, slowly wiping the blood from his fur in delicate strokes.

Flack had a paw against his bare chest to keep him still. He hoped that the hyena wouldn't notice how hard his heart pounded.

He stared into the hyena's soft expression, looking back at him with a cheeky expression on his face... the muscles hardening in his triceps with each movement his paws made...

Flack cleaned his face, then his neck, before flipping the shirt inside out. "Paws, mate." He had chuckled. "Ye got blood on 'em too, ya know."

Ryan had let him clean off his paws, which in turn meant holding on to them in a soft grip. Ryan had braved it and eventually wrapped a paw around Flack's. He glanced up nervously; the hyena didn't seem to mind.

When his paws were clean, Flack insisted on cleaning his chest. He struggled on a spot as he now wiped with a dry shirt, the last of the ointment all spent. Flack hesitated, before leaning forward and licking at the coyote's chest.

Ryan shuddered all over, helplessly making small little grunts and whimpers. Eventually he had to clasp his paw to his muzzle as he was convinced Bandit could hear them.

Flack licked his lips. "Yer enjoyin' this, aye?"

The coyote briskly nodded.

He chuckled before licking the Ryan's peck, making the coyote shiver and whimper as warm sensations exploded through him.

Finally, Flack lifted his head away, wiped his own mouth with the length of his forearm and nodded with satisfaction.

"There ya go." He said softly. "All done."

Ryan hesitated, heart pounding, and for a while they just sat there looking at each other. Flack didn't seem to mind, he looked into the coyote's eyes almost lovingly.

Ryan frowned slightly, glancing at the hyena's lips. His head rushed with a stiffening sensation, and his head felt tight.

He nudged forward slightly, and the Hyena's smirk faltered for a moment.

Then, eyes closed, fully committing, he leaned forward and kissed him.

Lips against lips, eyes shut, he saw through the soft feeling of the hyena's mouth. He poked his coyote tongue, and after a second the hyena relaxed his face enough for the coyote to caress his tongue against his.

The hyena, head stiff, leaned back, pulling slowly away.

Ryan slowly opened his eyes, the fur on his chest huffing in and out in long, heavy breaths.

Flack smirked crookedly, his voice was deep. "Yer full of surprises, you..."

Ryan chuckled and dropped his head down. He saw his paws trembling from all the excitement. His tail beat against the side of the stretcher in a pace that couldn't possibly match the thudding in his chest.

Then, the hyena's warm paw was under his muscle, and lifting his head to look into his eyes. Flack watched him for a moment, then leaned forward for a kiss of his own.

Ryan noticed as fireworks exploded through his chest that this one was better than the first; the hyena's jaw loosened as his thick tongue explored the other's mouth, all the while tracing lines on the canine's chest with his paw, the other still gently holding his muzzle.

Nothing else seemed to matter to Ryan. Not the camp, not the cat outside his tent. Nothing but Flack's tongue poking playfully under his, the hyena's strong arms holding their bodies together. The warmth flowing through them. The yearning beat of his heart.

A moment that had felt like a minute slowly passed. The hyena slowly pulled away, both huffing silently with their steamy breaths, a strand of saliva arched from their muzzle and he licked the coyote's playfully to retrieve it.

Ryan's eyes were hazy, he couldn't stop smiling.

Flack chuckled. "Heh..." He looked at his lap nervously, "Yer not bad..."

Ryan winked, making them both laugh softly.

Outside, they heard the sound of a lighter being flicked, and a faint glow illuminated the silhouette of the Bandit readying a smoke outside.

"Well then." Flack said, voice almost dripping with serotonin, "Should... ya know... get goin' before someone starts lookin' for me."

The coyote nodded in silent agreement, and Flack slowly got to his feet and pulled his shirt over his head, his last moment of tight abs and slick muscle was not wasted by the canine's eyes.

He shifted around awkwardly, head still rushing from the feel of the Ryan's lips, and cleared his throat a little, gesturing at the loosened tarp wall.

"Er - sorry, mate... might just need yer help gettin' out the tent..."