Daisy,
I know you want to go out: that coyote is making an excellent racket, after all. He summons you for Glorious Battle. Or Romance, which you definitely don’t need. I know, you are fierce and powerful, protectoress of the realm, dire beagleterrier, and could surely dispatch this upstart interloper. And the rest of his pack which is likely nearby. But perhaps we can let him go on his way. This time.
It is 1 a.m.