That coyote is going to half to die. You march into the fields holding the rusted round former noise maker to use as a weapon. You plan to fling it into the coyote and cleave it's torso open, then to kick it to death while it's disabled. You follow the sound of the howl. But it always seems to be coming from somewhere else. Finally you come up behind the coyote. It don't seem aware your there. It's gray muzzle lifted to howl at the moon with a eerie fury. But the beast has tricked you. As you step forwards to fling the circle of rusted metal you step onto a bear trap. The bones of your ankle snap and you twist to the ground howling yourself now. You cannot free the jaws from around your broken ankle and the pain of trying is too intense. More and more coyote howls are heard now. You find yourself surrounded by dozens of them. Then they begin running around you, closing in slowly. They begin nipping at you when in range. they keep circling and biting until they get you tired out and caught by several jaws. Then the rest rush in to bite and rip. You are torn apart and mostly devoured. Your bones spread across the prairie.
The End