Verdigris Ravine palm

The male spoke, or grunted, or whatever he was doing, but S'ari did not understand what he was saying. When he gestured toward the area outside, she wondered if maybe he was trying to tell her that whatever had attacked him was out there somewhere. Concerned, frightened, she gave him a glance, and then followed where he had pointed, sniffing the air cautiously, smelling for anything dangerous. Wolf? Snake, perhaps? What else out here would attack a coyote? Most dangers in the desert were either small, low-to-the-ground creatures like scorpions and snakes, or simply the desert itself. Heat exhaustion, dehydration.

S'ari spent several minutes wandering farther and farther from the ravine in widening circles, her nose lifted to the air or down to the ground, but she could smell nothing, sense nothing amiss. Confused, she turned and headed back towards the male, wondering what on earth was wrong. He was Coyote, which made him Tribe, and it was her duty to watch out for him.