Chimera Fields αστροφεγγιά

Ripples spread outward from where Artemis's nose touched the pool's surface. They spread outward, fracturing the moon of white glass into shimmering shards. The ripples broke around the edges of the pool, and the water slowly became smooth once more. Eyes of sun watched the water, emotionlessly and with no light. She withdrew her muzzle, ripples extending outward once more. A drop of water cling to her maw, she paid no heed to it.

Artemis was lonely.

She missed the hunt, the wild feel of running with others at your sides. And though she had refused to admit it until now, the night felt to perfect not to share. Sure, she had met wolves, here and there, but male ones, and no other coyotes. She longed to spend time with her brethern again, to run at the fore of a pack ten strong. She lifted her head to the moon above and howled it was not the melidous howl of a wolf but more of a single chord, more raw. It was a call, one tinged with desperation.