walk this way

The cool, clear water felt so damn good. The coyote let out a sigh of relief, and then she began to drink, the water soothing her throat almost immediately. (I actually had to get up and get some ice water because this thread was making me thirsty!) Her contentment was cut short by a startling ping on her bum, to which she whirled around and snapped at the empty air, water spraying in every direction. It took her longer than it should have to spot the offender, who sat on a rock above.

He had followed her, and she did what she always did when he found her: Tomahawk bared her teeth.