Otter Creek On the colorful flowers grown upon the dust and moss

"This way," he said, turning to lead the way to the site of his trap. Koda wasn't exactly Wile E. Coyote, but he'd had moderate success with catching small game in his traps. They were pretty easy to do, just prop up something big and heavy with a stick and wait for your prey to come traipsing along and bump into it. It wasn't foolproof, but it worked.

As he padded through the undergrowth, he glanced back at the she-wolf on his tail. "Um, by the way..I don't think I ever got your name."