Hoshor Plains [birth] these gifts i bring

It was only when the wolf had finished his grim business and left them did the coyote move. He rose to his paws, and without so much as a glimpse into the den, at Tomahawk and their pups, he strode off into the plains. He moved with purpose, swift and predatory. His task required him to hunt now, to provide the family with sustenance, and hunt he did. Several hours would pass before he would return and toss into the den not one, but two rabbits who had not been fleet enough to escape him. He slept them, a short distance from the den.