Lion Head Mesa And scratch the slate

The sun would set soon and the mesa would become considerably colder, so the time for bathing was now. Sayf had finished helping the priest early tonight and decided it was time to clean his coat so it would be soft and fresh for when he returned the pharaoh that evening. 

The hesbut braced himself for the cold water and then lowered into it, laying down so that the only thing visible was his head. The coyote stayed under water for as long as he could stand it, then he lifted up and trotted back to land. 

He shook as much water from his coat as he could, and then took a seat. He would sit in the quiet and use his teeth to brush out his coat until it was dry.