Dahozhoni Meadow sidhe

was hoping to catch a s'ari!

"Ah."

Ears pricked, the boy swivelled round to see a figure strolling towards him. She was tiny, with fur as golden as the sand at his paws - as if the very desert itself had taken on a shape of flesh and bone. A narrow muzzle gave way to two beady brown eyes. Coyote. Butterfly caught her gaze briefly before he too returned to stare at the ring.

Although unaware of his coyote heritage, the boy was no stranger to their kind. Often they had joined Caraceol in their nights of song and shared prey beneath the stars. 

But what she spoke next made his fur prickle. So she knew of them too. They were real. 

"I've heard many things - none of which are particularly pleasant." Settling uncomfortably on his haunches, he turned to face the stranger with a tight-lipped smile. "Though I always thought they were some kinda story made up to scare the kids, you know? Never thought I'd actually meet them."