Three full moons, at a brisk pace. That's how far his weary feet had drifted along, taking him anywhere but home. 

Even after all that travelling his mind did not rest, was not at ease. The canid still had not found what he was yearning for, whatever that was. Do I even know? Lost deep in his thoughts he roamed. The trees grew thicker, and then thinner, before all of a sudden they became sparse and the ground opened up before him into a rocky plains and he could see the vast land spilling out like the sky itself. His heart hammered, filled with a need he had never experienced in the past. New adventures awaited him, this would be his home. His future. 

In the middle of this clearing laid a huge rock, split in two by what Sakina believed could only be some strange massive beast. He was young still, his mind struggled to break it's puppy vices and come up with plausible situations. The boy had a lot to learn, quickly, lest he learned those essential lessons the hard way. 

Trotting on until he was beside the great rock, he squatted to mark the area by scent. The coydog could feel a stiff breeze coming from somewhere beneath the fallen landmark, he wanted to be able to find his way back and explore further. For now, the boy ventured on until the sound of a bubbling creek diverted his attention. It was only then Sakina realised how thirsty he was, leaning down to lap at the cool waters as he once again was lost in thought, oblivious to his surroundings. 

The air was filled with scents, so many that if Sakina paid attention to them all he'd likely go insane. A particular smell filled his nose, almost choking him as he lifted his head, ears craned forward towards the musk. There, picking its way towards him was a wolf of moonlight, eyes red as fresh blood. 

Instead of running away as many a coyote would when faced with a superior predator, the boy stared her down with a confident gaze. Inside his heart pounded, drowning out all sound for a brief moment. The she-wolf, as her scent told him so, stared him down with tail raised high. He did not budge. 

Back on the farm Sakina had encountered many foes bigger than him, being as small as he was it was rather impossible for him not too. His mother had loved many men, each crueller than the last. One, a massive black-and-tan thing with cropped ears and a vicious smile would take Sakina by the scruff and shake him until a human came running, stick in hand to break up the fight. The coydog had learned something very important from those interactions. If they knew you were afraid, they'd already won. 

For a long time there was silence, every muscle in Sakina's body tense. If the right motivation was behind him, snapping at his tail, he was able to run as fast as a whippet on a good day. Today was not a good day.

"If you have pups nearby I shall leave." Finally, words were spoken. The boy understood, mostly through scent, that it was breeding season. Many she-wolves would be aggressive to outsiders, and although Sakina was too young to feel the flame that engulfed older females he had started to feel a twinge of craving deep inside his core. In another year or so, he would be cursing his mistake of a body, but until then he could enjoy being a juvenile, he could learn. 

The she-wolf approached him, as she did so his head dipped low, hackles raised. Although no words of warning left his lips, and no teeth were bared, anybody with half a brain could see he did not appreciate her invading his space.

The coydog stepped back, but she only pressed forward further. This time, he snapped at the air in front of him, giving the chilling scream-bark that coyotes were known for as he backed up. Sakina much preferred there be distance between them. 

Still, she seemed non-threatening enough, and his bark had only been a warning. There was no need for him to be impolite, mother had taught the boy better than that. "I do not know. Dog, partly. The others of my fathers kind is often shot by the thunder-hand. I am named Sakina." Still watching her carefully, he dipped his head in a greeting. "You are moonlight wolf with the blood eyes. I do not need to know more than that." 

At last the she-wolf allowed him the space he craved. Sakina gave a shake of his coat to release any tension he held. 

A hunter. "Perhaps you may leave flesh on the kill for me, moonsister." For someone so young he had a very odd way of speaking, as if he were constantly in a daze. "I fear I am doomed to eat fish and birds for the rest of my life." There was an expression that passed his features that could only be described as annoyance. 

Suspicion. Why would a fine creature such as blood-gaze want to hunt for his benefit? She could easily catch a hare and eat it for herself, or save her energy for when she needed it. Instead she chose to be kind to a competitor she had only just met.

Still, his stomach ached, and perhaps she may answer some of his questions. "I am very good at going down rabbit holes, if they are big enough to be dug out." He admitted. At least his tiny size was useful for something. 

A smile looked good on the women's face. She was a pretty thing, he realised. If only he hadn't be cursed with a body that was not his, perhaps they could have even been mates.

What?

He had never even considered such a thing in his life, let alone with a complete stranger. How odd. Still, he found himself admiring her athletic form, the muscles straining beneath her skin as she walked.

Sakina found himself following her obediently, as if in a trance. The coydog looked closer, admiring the way her fur shone like pure moonlight. "Does moonsister travel with a mate?" 

Now why did he go and ask a silly question like that. It was not as if Sakina even wanted companionship, or was old enough for it. The boy didn't even have the facilities, truthfully. The thought was painful. He quickly forgot it. 

She questioned him. Of course she would, the boys query had been quite personal. "I am curious." His response was not exactly a lie.

They grew quiet as the scent of prey grew stronger, Sakina was pleased to follow her lead. He was not a skilled hunter by any means, but the youth had survived thus far, so he could not be too terrible. 

"I feel the same, moonsister. I am young yet." Sakina stayed close beside her, if his tail weren't held so high it may have been hard to even see him over the rocky plains.  As she spoke his eyes shifted away from her gaze, an almost pouty expression coming upon his dainty features. 

"Thank you." 

As they came upon the warren, he settled himself onto his stomach, eyeing the holes until he seemed to find a target. "The one on the far left is big enough for me, but try to chase it my way. Yes?"

Just as moonsister enjoyed his company, just so did Sakina wish to travel with her in the future. He did not yet know that he was soon to be pledged to the pack of Redsand Canyon, but his wanderlust may never be sated.

The coydog dug fast, nimble paws sending a spray of dirt over his shoulder. Soon his shoulders had wriggled in, and with a great kick of his back paws the rest of his body slid inside like a rabbit itself. 

There was a great squeaking in the warren, before many prey fled from their tunnels and out into the open, into the waiting jaws of Zahir. 

After it was over, the silky red ears of the youth peeked out from the place they had disappeared in, and in his jaws he clasped a single rabbit kit. It's limp body was deposited at moonsisters paws, a wag of Sakina's tail betraying it as a gift.

The tiny weight by the she-wolf's paws seemed awfully small compared to the two adults she had dispatched, a pouty expression filling Sakina's features as he dragged one of them towards him. "No need, we shall share." 

The coydog set to tearing flesh from bone, tail wagging softly as he swallowed his first meal in a few days.