calmest before the storm

The coyote dug his toes into the ground, an action that did not go unnoticed by Tomahawk. A grin crept onto her mouth when he turned and left. She had elicited a reaction from him, something she had failed to do in the past. She felt a sense of pride in that. He vanished, becoming nothing more than a memory, and Tomahawk turned inward toward the plains' heart. It seemed both of the fathers had some interest in the children she carried, which was all well and good.