Dahozhoni Meadow amarillo by morning

*matches my length* “sorry if it’s too short” NONSENSE! <3

Nose-deep in shrubbery, the florals had shrouded her stalker’s scent, but she thanked the Lord that her eyes were fully functional when she saw that coyote.

She had been in the desert long enough to run into her fair share of ‘yotes. Much like wolves, every individual was different and she knew that despite their size, some could put up more than a handful and a headache. Had there been food involved, Brooke may not have been so welcoming, but at the stranger’s chuff she rejoined with an affable, Howdy.