Whitefish River The River

Macawi scoffed at the wolf's question, laying down in the grass beside the river. She landed on her side with a thump and then looked over at the male, her head upside-down so that the world seemed to have been flipped. She grinned. He looked silly now.

"Why do all wolves think coyotes need to be afraid of them?" she asked, her silky, accented voice full of something close to contempt. "Macawi does not see why Cousin Wolf cannot get along together with Coyote. This one and Macawi get along, do they not? This one saved her life, even! And yet most other wolves hate Macawi! And Macawi is tired of it! She is fed up!"

The coy-wolf sighed. "Macawi is thinking she should perhaps leave the Teekon Wilds. What is the point of staying here when all anybody wants to do is eat you or kill you or push you away? No. This is not a life. Macawi will find somewhere quiet, away from other wolves, and live out her life in peace. An island, perhaps…"