Otter Creek Nothing beats a good swim.

Crius smirked as he watched her disappear into the wooden thicket behind her. "Silly Coyote." he whispered, turning his back to the woods. He knew she was a coyot, he had seen quite a few back home in Wyoming. Playing stupid was something he was great at, and now that Miss Y thinks she has a pawn things would get far more interesting for the golden eyed wolf. 

"First up find Judas, second gather info blah blah blah." He yawned walking down the bank of the creek once more.