Dahozhoni Meadow Eagles and butterflies.

He remained still so that Towhee caught up to him. She didn’t approach too closely, though they came near enough to see each other’s faces much more clearly. He was definitely missing an eye. He appeared to be smudged in blood, as if he’d rolled in a kill recently.

My daughter said S’ari could show m— Towhee began to explain when the coyote abruptly skittered away.

This time, she did not readily follow him. Instead, Towhee’s ears drifted backward. She wasn’t afraid of him, though her unfamiliarity with this place—and Meerkat’s talk of strange customs—made her cautious.

Do you not speak? she asked bluntly.