Naaghai Lowlands Mist

S'ari's head jerked up at the call. Candle! The girl was lucky. S'ari was hunting relatively nearby, though it would still take her a few minutes at a hard run to reach her. She often at hunted at night, for it was easier than hunting in the hot desert sands under a scorching sun. Sometimes it was more difficult to catch prey, for she had to dig them out of their homes, but this was still easier than chasing a hare across paw-burning sand.

Not knowing exactly what was wrong, S'ari did not call out. She stayed as silent as possible, wanting to get a glimpse of what was possibly going on before being spotted. Soon, her body flying across the sand, she saw darker shapes among the dark of night, and smelled Candle. Nothing untoward seemed to be going on. The stranger was another coyote, who did not appear threatening. S'ari released one singular yip, to let the two know she was there.