Sequoia Coast come back! even as a shadow, even as a dream.

The pearl fought against him with cries of fear and confusion. The coywolf male held tight to his grasp on her scruff, digging his needle-like fangs into the flesh of her neck. If he could gather a good enough grasp, he might have been able to drag her through the sands and decide what to do with her later. Certainly, the pale woman would make a fine specimen to keep inside his den. It would provide him with someone to practice his medicine on. She was beautiful and would provide him with a pleasant view if he should have to wake up to her corpse inside of his home. The thought was enough to fuel him, and he twisted his skull a bit, trying to force the air out of her so that she would faint.