Blackfeather Woods Can you hear me screaming please don’t leave me.

He was deep in the shadows, consulting Stone and Void. They still kept with him, despite his absence. He appreciated them though, and they knew he needed food. They were showing him the last of the berries stashed away from the frosts and colds of the oncoming winter. There was already white rain falling, and it was very cold. 

He was busy sniffing about for some bugs under the leaves when Void flew overhead with an alarm call, diving straight for something. Another coyote?!
He quickly bounded forwards, Stone following his companion to find a pale form sheltering and whimpering in the undergrowth. It was a nice place really, a small hole amongst the bushes. Private.
"Are you ok?" He didn't know them, but they smelt like Blackfeather. Concern etched his features as he crouches, trying to be helpful.