Hoshor Plains drag race

The name stuck and the coyote did not protest, instead she only asked a question.  But the question was not one Lavakho knew how to answer.  What exactly made him happy in the slave's presence was unknown.  Perhaps it was because she listened to the few words he had to say, or maybe it was just because she was another warm body to hold. Either way, it didn't matter as long as she stayed. He remained silent but the smile remained; he made his way back to her side, plopped down, and lazily draped his head across her stomach and his brood.

"I don't know," he mused after some thought.  "What makes the stars shine?"  It was all the same.  The way he felt toward Layaffi was far out of his control, just like the stars that pricked the black above.  They shined for no reason, and in the same way, Lavakho loved.