The days had been hot, it had been a night cycle since his meeting with the moonsister she-wolf. When the sun had set he had slipped under the giant rock to find shelter, but now he emerged.

Dainty jaws parted, he drank in the scents all around him. A male musk stuck out to him, one of his fathers kind. Ordinarily, curiosity would not fuel him enough to seek out such a distraction, especially as hungry as he was. Yet, that deep stirring within him drove him off his feet and before he knew it, the grey coyote was in sight. 

Crouching among the rocks and pebbles, Sakina watched the sleek figure hunt. His two-toned eyes zeroed in on the hare the other boy had been tracking. If it ran his way, perhaps he would be generous and kill it for the greychild. 

They greychild had noticed him, large ears craned in Sakina's direction and youthful eyes filling with...excitement?

"The hare." The boy warned, ear twitching as both prey and predator froze. Then they were off, zig zapping across the stony grassland. The coydog could not veil his amusement, standing to join the hunt.

Sakina was fast, though not at full stride. His feet still ached from the journey and the ground was far too untrustworthy. His gait hinted at a hold back of full speed, a potential to be much, much quicker than he already was. 

The yearling cut the hare off with a swift bark to alert the greychild, sending the prey running back towards the other coyote with frightened squeaks

Greychild was far too excited for prey hunting, the youth in him was clear as the sky above their heads. And then, astonishingly, the coyote dropped his quarry and came right on over to Sakina as if they had known each other since birth.

The small youth took a couple of steps back, cocking his head in a dog-like way. It was true the coydog had inherited more instinct from his sire, but occasionally the domesticated part of him slipped through. 

"Is that what you are called? Coyote." The word seemed foreign on his tongue. Sakina mused it over in his head for a small while. "Yes. My sire was...coyote. My mother was a dog." 

The boy thought maybe he detected shyness in Greychild's features, but why he could not be sure. Over him? Surely not. His mother's mate had always told him he was disgusting. 

Greychild seemed to find this encounter amusing, though something about his childish sounds was not right. It almost felt like the boy was anxious, though for what reason Sakina could not fathom. This one was very confusing. His suspicions were soon confirmed as the other of his father's kind- the coyote- showed himself to be quite fearful. "Yes. I just said that." Were all canids of Sakina's age so irritating? The youth suddenly felt guilty for those older than him.

The coyote seemed so afraid that he even vocalized it, even though Sakina had not moved a muscle. "Do you not think that if I had wanted to kill you, I would have tried to do so already? You are being quite silly." Now he reminded himself of his brother, who would often scold him and his littermate when they jumped at their own shadows. 

For a moment his heart panged. I'm sorry, Jarus. 

More guilt plagued his heart as he stopped, actually thinking about the other boy's feelings. It was clear greychild had reason to be afraid, otherwise, he would not have acted so. Sakina was no person to judge the reactions of others when he himself had a tendency to fright easily. 

"No, I apologize. I am named Sakina." Slowly, the coydog leaned forward in an attempt to lick the other coyote's nose playfully. Even if those he had met had not shown him the same kindness, Sakina was determined not to be so cruel.