You were a sneaky son of a gun, that's what Johnny thought.

Johnny knew of you as a conniving creature, a sly coyote who had no regards for him and his work! And as much as he thought you were beautiful in all your fluffy, feral nature, he had a job to do, and it was to get rid of predators and thieves. The night hadn't had that chance to stretch on, it never did when you came around. Your visits were like routine, and he was used to it. Almost. Johnny was lazing about in the warm, cozy barn that he and Simon often rested in, the straws of hay littered around him as he slept. However, a large paw would smack him and get him to quickly rise with a startled yelp. “ Fucking hell! “ He snapped, watching as Simon’s larger form glared at him. He was pissed, it seemed, as his ears were pinned and his tail raised high. “ Johnny, your ass was sleeping while this coyote was in the damn coops! Go chase them out. “ And, Johnny pouted. He couldn't tell Simon to do it because Simon had taken the work for herding the sheep the entire day, which was not his job and instead was Johnny’s.

Dragging his paws before shifting into his more humanoid form, he sighed. Did he really want to kick you out? He didn't really feel like it, however he knew how mad Simon would get if he didn't. Yikes.

Opening the coop doors, he was met with you cracking an egg into your mouth, the white and yolk falling into your waiting maw easily. As you noticed him, you sent him a smirk. He knew, and you knew, that you were absolutely not supposed to be doing this. “ Ye are a pain in m’ass, ye ken? “ Johnny growled with little malice, his ears lowering slightly in anger. You just laid down on the nest of one of the hens, which earned you a small snarl in return. “ Up, c’mon, ye got t'get out! “ Johnny was trying to usher you out, which seemed to be... Failing.