Hoshor Plains shots and squats

His expression was unchanging as he watched his calmer daughter nip the fearful one, making it apparent that she did not care for the behavior before she retreated further into the den. She placed herself to watch them both, an action that he also saw as promising. Coyotes needed to be aware, to not be complacent, to not turn their backs on the goings on around them. He too, liked to find perches from which he could observe more efficiently.

His gaze moved from her to the pup that had now splayed itself on the den floor. It whined, and whined, and continued to do so. His ears slipped back against his head, partially shrouding some of the incessant noise. He drew back from the den entrance, seeking relief a short distance from it. His ears were keen and he could still hear her, but the pitch did not stab his ear drums from here.