Meadowlark Prairie countess

Her head snapped up, eyes going wide and round at the sight of a brilliantly white coyote racing her way. Immediately, she tried to scramble to her feet and run, but at most she just locked up and nearly pitched forward into the puddle.

She took a deep, shuddering breath. She swallowed.

Uh..I don’t know. What kind of work? Nephele eyed the caldera in the distance again, and winced at the flood of shame through her, before she looked back to the coyote.