Lost Creek Hollow stonefire

*cues up jaws theme?*

When the young coyote rose, Mordecai saw the extent of the injuries it already had. A missing limb, for instance, was definitely something that would hinder even the best of them all. How on earth it had survived thus far was beyond him, but he did not pause to question the odds. The dampness the young canine had was enough to make it look raggedy, but it seemed intent on moving along.

His curiosity got the better of him, and he followed at length. If it was keen on avoiding him, then perhaps it would avoid the rest of the pack. The elements would have their way with it soon enough. But if it were the opposite, he knew he could not take chances — if there was one coyote around, there were bound to be more.