Blacktail Deer Plateau A Taste for Deer

Macawi immediately tucked her chin to her chest, let her body go limp, and rolled away to the side. Two feet away, the wolf next to her skidded in the grass. The coyote hopped to her paws and retreated back a few feet. Instead of running away, she said, "Perhaps in exchange for a deer, Macawi could teach this one how to move like she does? Hmm? A big, bulky male like you must learn to use his weight properly, or all prey will hear him coming long before he arrives! Wolf must learn to stay light on his feet, like Coyote! Never stop moving. Let each move flow into the next. Do not barrel at me as you were. Barreling gives you too much weight and you become easy to topple over. This time, try prancing. Keep your paws light. Besides, prancing is much more fun! Try! You will see!"

With that, Macawi began prancing around and around the snarling wolf, grinning from ear to ear and completely enjoying herself. Wolves were much more fun than she expected they would be. If only they would realize she wanted nothing but their friendship! Her quarter-wolf blood gave her an odd sort of understanding of their nature, and all she wanted was to be near them without being hated so.