Fairspell Meadow Fine mom

The coyote had been heavily on the look out. She had just escaped the grasp of a female, who Lyda wasn't fond of. If she had to be kidnapped, she wants a male to be her master. She came upon an area of flowers, and looked around. Her eye caught the rolling movement in the flowers. She looked over sharply, and darted behind a large stump. If the mystery wolf was a male, she would act differently. She slowed her breathing and controlled her shaking.