Bramblepoint i hope it's already too late

He ended up back in the familiarity of Bramblepoint. By now, enough time had passed that, should he run into anybody who might know Ibis, they probably would have forgotten his scent. It had been a near full turn of the moon since their secret little encounter, and while he occasionally thought of her, he hadn't grown obsessive, nor did he have any desire to be involved in the lives of any children he had helped to create. No, she had a whole dang pack for that, right? She was a leader, and Draper was but a scraggly lone coyote.

So, back to his days of farting around Bramblepoint, mostly avoiding wolves, but not totally avoiding them, because—let's be real—he was starved for social interaction. He did kinda wonder if Ibis still held that open invitation to her pack, but maybe that was rescinded the moment they had their fun.

The evening sky was growing dark, birds getting their last chirps out, and Draper stood near a tree, using its bark to scratch a hard-to-reach spot on his hip.