Redsand Canyon Runs on dreams and gasoline

She recognized her son's stride right away and therefore wasn't startled by his approach. Not yet. I don't think they stuck around. She finished taking the scent, then lifted her head and turned. Not a trace or a whisper of trouble. If they do turn up, and we're outnumbered, I don't intend to stick around and fight. But I wouldn't mind leading them back and letting everyone else get in on the fun. She smiled at him with a glint of tooth showing.

Fennec had no qualms about killing coyotes. She'd done it before and doubtless would do it again. She wasn't sure what her son's experience with such things was and was suddenly curious. He'd been fierce a few times when he was young, on the borders of the Caldera, but she hadn't heard much of his experiences since.