Bearclaw Valley re:stacks

she emerged from her whelping den as a familiar howl rang through the air; she did not know it was from the broken coyote who wouldn't sing for her, but she recognized the species.

she hoped it would be the small friend she met during her heat, but instead it was the one who had slipped from behind her and disappeared into the night.

she approached quickly and let out a chuff, remembering his unwillingness to speak the common tongue.