Silently satisfied with the results of her experiment, Häti relents with an easygoing shrug of her shoulders. "Yeah, you caught me. They've got sharp hooves and all. You wouldn't think i— what are you doing." She lifts a paw uncertainly, for once entirely caught off guard.

A quick and almost frantic up-and-down flick of her gaze as the bear lumbers toward her, the coyote determining whether to bolt forward or backward. She decides on the former, charging the bear headlong and diving low between those tree trunks it calls front legs. She pops out on the other side looking all too pleased with herself, ambling along by the beast's side at a pleasant trot. It seems she's decided for the both of them that they make an excellent pair— or rather, that this big fat hunk of muscle will serve as an excellent source of food, shelter and entertainment until she tires of it and moves along.

"So what's your name, then, mm? Bears get names, right?" She ignores the carcass in its entirety, deeming it not up to her standards. The sheer amount of drool covering the damn thing is wholly off-putting. Instead her focus is on the ice bear...and whether she can possibly get away with climbing up on their back.