Lion Head Mesa nature pants

In her bid to connect with more of her packmates, Melody picked out a scent trail and followed it. There was a tang of blood in the air, and she wondered at that. She was no healer, but perhaps could fetch one if it was needed, so she picked up the pace until she caught sight of the — coyote?

Melody was thus far unfamiliar with Akashingo's practices, the role of Fellahin, and so she hesitated. The blood was that of a wolf, and so too was the unfamiliar scent that wreathed the coyote girl. Her steps slowed, fur rising slowly along her spine and nape. She cast a glance around and tried to settle herself; no one else was coming for the coyote, and she certainly smelled like a packmate. But it was weird. It was all weird. She turned her eyes back to the coyote and stared at her as if she might find some explanation this way.