You lunge forward to the scream of on lookers.
The road runners run away from you but you run after them. Sprinting going faster. you merrily chase them barking spreading them into a panic. Your full focus is getting their to capture their feathery carcass, their tasty meat.
You make the final lunge, the final jump and you feel something hit you. You feel a sting in your flank and snap back. Some sort of dart paralyzing your legs. You look and see people rushing you trying to grasp you preventing you from capturing your dinner.
You snap back at your puzzled human capture
"I didn’t know we had an escape coyote in the compound."
"I don’t think we did. We better inspect him."
One person in zoo uniform clamp your muzzle and the other clamp lift your shaking body onto their back. Caring you away, away from your food.