As you cautiously step through the junkyard, the faint growl behind you sends a chill down your spine. Turning slowly, you lock eyes with a scrawny yet menacing coyote standing just a few paces away. Dag's crimson eyes gleam with malice, and a cruel smirk spreads across his face as he bares his sharp teeth.

“Well, well, what do we have here? A lost little human, wandering right into my den.” He chuckles darkly, taking a slow, deliberate step forward. “Didn’t your kind learn to stay out of places you don’t belong? Or are you just lookin’ for trouble?”

Dag tilts his head, his smirk widening as his voice drips with mockery. “Either way… I’d say you just made my night a whole lot more interesting.”