Here's the story that I made, I hope you enjoy. In this story, Wile speaks. I know that he doesn't, except for when he's around certain character. But in this one, he does. So, just a side note.
"Look at this dad!" Violet said, pointing her finger at a large boulder with a funny looking appearance.
"It looks just like you." She said with a giggle, causing Wile to smile and laugh along with his two daughters. The sound of his daughter's voice and giggle was enough to melt his heart.
The coyote walks next to his lovely wife Willow who was carrying their 8 month old son Willie, asleep in her arms.
"Does he need anything to drink or anything to eat?" Wile asks, wrapping his arm around Willow and pulling her next to him as they walked back to their house.
"No, he's fine." Willow said, she looks up at him and smiles at him.
Willie flutters his eyes, he wakes up and begins to cry.
"We're almost home." Wile said, trying to calm him down as they were moving.
While out in the distance, Elmer Fudd was hiding behind a bush with his shotgun pointing at them.
"I've got you now." Elmer said, pointing his shotgun at Violet and her sister Rosie from a far distance.
As they arrived back home, the shattering sound of Elmer Fudd's shotgun caused Violet and Rosie to scream and they both ran up to Wile for protection.
Wile's heart sank and he gasps as he saw his two pups cowering in fear, tears streaming down their faces.
"Don't let him shoot us!" Violet said, looking up at Wile with tears in her eyes. Seeing his pups like this was enough to send Wile over the edge.
Wile looks straight ahead again to see Elmer Fudd in the distance with the shotgun pointing at them.
"No one is going to makes my pups cry!" Wile said.
His protective instincts kicked in and went into overdrive, with a menacing growl, he had enough and he's going to take whatever matters into his own paws.
He dashes into the basement of the house, to find a machete mounted on a wall.
He retrieves it and brandishes the sharp machete and carrying a loaded pistol in its holster, strapped onto his hip.
As Wile approached Elmer with a menacing glare, his muscles tensed, ready for action.
He made it clear that harming his pups or Willow would not be tolerated which he's going put an end to it, right away and right now.
"Oooh, cwap!" Elmer said as Wile came marching towards him.
Elmer, taken aback by Wile's imposing presence and the ferocity in his gaze, trembled in fear as Wile stops and stood in front of him, his muscular frame towering over the hunter.
"What did you do?!" Wile said.
"I didn't mean it sir, pwease I'm sowee!"
He stuttered and stammered, realizing he had made a grave mistake by putting Wile's family in danger.
"SHUT UP!" Wile said.
With a swift motion, Wile disarmed Elmer, knocking the shotgun from his grasp with a deft swipe of his machete, the blade made a chiming noise as it came in contact with the metal barrel.
He grabs Elmer by the throat, pinning him against a stone boulder. He sinks down on his jugular with his thumb and pointer finger, choking him, almost nearly suffocating him.
"You've messed with the wrong one!" Wile said with a cold determination and serious tone in his voice. He drops him in front of his feet.
"I ought to cut you up into pieces." Wile said. He drags the hunter far away from the pups so they won't see the graphic procedure that he is about to perform.
The coyote holds the knife down while carrying Fudd over his shoulder as he kicks and flails around, screaming for help.
"No one's going to hear you!" Wile said as he drops Elmer onto the dirt ground in front of his feet once again.
Fudd gets on his knees in front of Wile's feet, begging and pleading for his life with his hands clasped together like he's praying, which did no good.
Wile holds up a finger to shush him, which it works. The coyote kneels down to reach his face level, his tail resting on the dirt gravel behind him.
"Look at me!" Wile said. Elmer looks into the coyote's eyes, his receded, sunken eyes that looks like hollowed out holes for eyes.
"You fucked up…big time." Wile replied.
"You're lucky that I didn't shoot you dead on the spot in front of them."
Elmer looks over to the holster on the coyote's hip with a black grip sticking out for the reference.
"God forgives you, but I don't." Wile spoke with a harsh, serious determination in his voice while gritting his teeth.
"You don't get a second chance." Wile said, casting out the machete.
"You're done, it's over, it's time to go." After that, he kills him.
Wile rises back up onto his feet, panting heavily with blood on him.
He washes himself off at the cold deep-end of the creek, close to the waterfall.
He walks back up like nothing had happened. He calls his pups over and they ran up to him and hugged him, knowing that they're safe…or are they?