Phantom Hollow because everyday I was alive I wore nothing but black

she watched, the little coyote, from a distance behind the woman, not immediately visible, but there all the same. she had suffered the past few days with bent dignity, but had given the other no reason to harm her. for injury for a lone coyote that might be a potential meal for larger predators, and certainly more than a few wolves, could be fatal. but her patience tired fast, of heeding to the woman's every need, and sometimes she wondered if she ought to just bolt for it. 

but here. here was a chance. she watched intently, searching, for anything. for a fight to break out. an attempted kidnapping. for if the dark woman was...otherwise engaged, how ought shetoo chase after a fleeing coyote, lent speed by desperation? she could not. and thus, she waited, caring not for the fate of the other.