Bramblepoint no time to sleep

Wounds having almost fully healed and scarred over, the coyote reappeared from his hiding place in amongst the berry bushes of the woods. He had made a makeshift den from an old fox's hideout where he holed up to tend to his injuries, but now found the place too cramped for his liking. He could also smell a wolf pack nearby and saw the odd pack member every now and then as they made their way through the forest. Too close.

Nose scrunched as he sniffed the dirt, trying to find the scent of something — anything other than the berries he had lived off for the better part of a week — Sica picked up a quick trot. Hunt, then he would travel elsewhere. Prickles and brambles tugged at his fur as he brushed past the plants, though didn't mind what they snagged, focused instead on finding a trail.