Silvertip Mountain if this is how you folks make art it’s fucking depressing

silvertip mountain
8/4, morning
57°, mist

ursus members please! they can injure buzzard

Compared to the shit Buzzard used to pull back when their almost-as-chaotic siblings were at their side, their actions have been pretty tame for the past few months. Picking off leftover scraps, (generally) keeping their antics to themselves. You could say Buzzard was practically a model citizen.

Well Buzzard was sick of the slow and steady shit. Sure it kept the skin on their back, but what’s the fun in it? The life of a coyote’s supposed to be wild and thrilling! Their routine was neither wild or thrilling.

That’s why they found themselves at the edge of someone else’s turf. Markings were there. Any idiot could smell them, including Buzzard. They were fresh though. New neighbors, they thought. Too busy moving their stuff in to keep an eye on their fridge.

Buzzard slinked over the edge with a grin.