Boartusk Heights Atarashī

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His scent lingered even as she continued to make her way across stone and dirt. She couldn't shake the feeling that she was being watched, and she wondered if her feeling was right, and her watcher was the bearer of the scent still in her nose. 

She was on high alert, so the yip made her jump, and she spun around to see first the black tips of ears—they stood out most against the greys and browns of the mountain. She moved back a little in the direction from where she had come. And when the cliff lowered, she saw the coyote. He was about her size, which furthered her assumption that he was coyote.

Still watchful, she dipped her head in greeting. For now, she couldn't feel anything nefarious from him. Hello, she finally said. I'm only passing through, the healer added. I mean no harm. She hoped only to travel without any conflict.