Blackfoot Forest a fog rolls in

My last post here :)

The sounds of the coyotes was starting to get to be too much for the young male. His nerves weren’t going to hold up much longer. Between the sounds of their cries, and the scent of death in the air, Hamied was on the verge of absolutely losing himself in his mounting fear. He wanted to get away from here, to let his paws carry him as far away as absolutely possible, but he was afraid of being caught by the coyotes. Most of them were larger than him because of his tiny size, and that scared him. He knew they could so easily kill him, providing they found him, which was quite possible as well. A shadow fell over him and it was all he could do to not cry out in absolute fear. But her words were not what he expected, though he wasn’t entirely sure just what he had been expecting. She told him to rise, to run with the night. The only running he wanted to do was run to get the heck away from here. ”Thank you,” he squeaked, pushing himself to unsteady paws. Unsteady only because of his fear. ”Thank you…” he murmured a second time before doing what he’d been wanting to do from the start… The yearling ran. And ran. Not stopping even once to look back. He wouldn’t stop until he was far away from the sounds of the coyotes screaming and the scent of death.