Hoshor Plains Even When Your Asleep

Out of hunger and sheer curiousity, Pallas trailed the coyote. Where would it go? Did it have a home? Was it part of some secret coyote coven? These questions needed answering. Her head was held low as she stalked after it, though she had no real intention to attack the animal. She had never cared for coyotes, and she was sure no coyote had ever cared for her. As far as Pallas was concerned, they competed with her for food. The little thing had continued its' escape, growling all the while as it did so. She imagined the growls were to keep her at bay, and it worked: if only because she had no interest in injuring herself over a coyote.