Mudminnow River a tall drink

condor watched with an appropriately vulturine gaze as the man turned and gave him a small nod. nothing here yet, nothing to worry about either...and then. condor followed his gaze, interest sharpened by the mention of food – one which, by chance, led his eyes directly to the fish at his feet just an instant before he caught the scent.

jackpot.

with far more enthusiasm now, condor tossed his head back, returning the man's rather tight smile – again, wolves – with a quite genuine one of his own. the wheels were already turning. get him distracted, and find that opportunity. 

if that meant a little idle conversation, so be it. he was excellent at small talk, and quite confident he could outrun the man if he took offense to condor's little scheme. 

"you're just a few weeks late. we had water pouring from the sky for a month. rivers everywhere." a sigh. "but lucky for you, darling, you've come to the right coyote." sidling a step closer, condor gestured theatrically with his muzzle at the fall-bright leaves around them. "i do indeed live around here. looking for anything in particular?"