Hoshor Plains don't need nobody

Because I'm impatient :P. It's late and crap post is crap, but I wanted to get this on the thread-log!

She slipped away before the sunrise and Lavakho hadn't seen her since. The coyote made herself elusive and Rakharo watched her like a hawk. It was impossible to get a word in edgewise, but still, Lavakho followed her. Her heat had passed and along with it, so had Lavakho's feelings of lust. He followed her not for pleasure, but to talk. To talk about what had happened. He had sullied his bloodline and brought shame to his family. However, curiously enough, he felt no remorse for his actions with the coyote. She was simply there, and so was he.

Several times he tried to approach the coyote, and several times she evaded his grip. He zigged and she would zag. Their game of cat and mouse was wearing thin. He stayed downwind as she traveled along with the herd and watched for a good long while before he made his approach from behind, hopefully catching her before she could run. He crept as silently as a wolf of his stature could until he was behind her. "Please," he whispered. "Can we talk?" Hopefully, this time, she wouldn't run.