Wapun Meadow a hellish glow of hot orange

The two slender creatures moved together for a short distance. Tadec felt pleased that the coyote would allow him to follow for the length of time that he had. His smoky limbs carried him skittishly in pursuit, but he was careful to remain respectful of space. When he would inch closer, the fire along his shoulders would rise against his fearful nature before he would put enough space between them to ease the troubled beating of his heart.
 
The warble of turkeys brought his lengthy ears to attention and he glanced toward the coyote with an expectant stare. There was a silent invitation; the thief accepted and hunkered himself low to hunt with his comrade. A swift nod ushered the other male forward. Tadec would assist however he could.