The footage was grainy, but it was clear enough to see Max’s desperation. He darted toward the porch, his legs moving as fast as they could, but the coyote was relentless. Each time he tried to escape, the coyote lunged, snapping its jaws and pulling him back.
Mark’s heart broke. Max was putting up a fight—fighting for his life, his small body no match for the coyote’s strength. Tears blurred his vision as he watched. He wasn’t there. He couldn’t protect him. But then, something shifted. Max, exhausted but determined, managed to claw his way underneath the porch. He was out of the coyote’s reach, it was too large to reach Max. Mark could hardly believe his eyes.