Hoshor Plains [birth] these gifts i bring

"Yours," he conceded instantly, speaking softly as he pressed himself against the ground. His normally sharp, shrewd eyes were unfocused, cast in the direction of the earth immediately in front of his nose. Hot urine fell on him next and he shut his eyes as the stream seeped into his fur and wet his skin. He clenched his teeth, but slackened them almost in the same moment, for he reminded himself of his task, and knew this was what was required, knew that he would have to suffer for it.

The wolf went into the den, seized one of the hybrids in his jaws, and left with him. Still, the coyote did not move. He remained as he was.