Dahozhoni Meadow Eagles and butterflies.

Towhee didn’t hear the grunt, naturally. He gestured in a way that almost reminded her of Ptero, her orange gaze following where he pointed. He then began striding in that direction, though she didn’t follow.

Thanks but no thanks, she called to him, turning away, adding to herself, I’ll just find it on my own. That’s what this is all about, after all, isn’t it? Although isn’t it a bit early to start talking to yourself?

She snorted and walked back toward the meadow, glancing over her shoulder to see if the coyote would continue walking in the opposite direction or if he would follow her back.