A notable flinch as the bear slaps her own chest. A pause, she considers her circumstances— and inevitably decides a monster this big isn't worth trifling with. Not without the element of surprise on her side, anyway. The soft thump of her rear hitting the ground indicates a shifting of interest— from food to the beast who possesses it.

"Not sure what the fuck a 'bear' is, but alright. Keep your fish, ol' girl." She eyes it from between those pillars the bear calls legs, and decides with a grimace that it doesn't look quite so appetizing after all. The word 'fox' sparks irritation in her gut, a twitch of her lip. She is no fox. She is a skulking beast, yes, guided by wit and by foresight. Clever as the sky is blue.

"I am a coyote," She corrects with a lift of her chin, prideful eyes shining. "Creeping in the night, stealing that which I can take. Bitin' things like you and running away." An enunciating snap of her teeth, lips peeling back in a grin.