Hoshor Plains drag race

Several days passed and Lavakho had yet to speak to his brother about his brood. The coyote showed the tell-tale signs of pregnancy now and there was no denying what nature had in store. They would be his. A mark of his mistake, but his, and while he was stalling the inevitable conversation with his brother, he held the intent to protect what was his at all costs. In the days following Lavakho's initial conformation from the coyote, he kept a close eye on her and brought scraps from the caches. She would be healthy, and in turn, so would his children.

Night had fallen and Lavakho dragged the quartered ribcage of a bison from cache across the plains as he followed to coyote's scent in secret. He spotted her laying form across the flatlands and dragged the meat to her side. "Eat," he said pushing the meat closer to her with his muzzle.