Shaking his head, Manasa's eyes narrowed into a determined glare as the feline suddenly bolted out of its den. "You ain't gettin' away that easy, fish-breath." The coyote snarled, quickly bolting after her, but slamming on the breaks as he approached the tree. Backing up, he glared up at the cub, who was now perched on the lowest branch, quite a bit above the ground. Springing off his hind legs, Manasa snapped his jaws in the air just beneath the branch, continuously springing upward with a few barks of irritation, and each time coming up short. His narrow jaws made a loud clacking noise as they snapped shut just below the branch each repetitive time he mindlessly lunged back upward.