Spotted Eagle Mountain changing winds

The roles were reversed now, though Anselm didn’t know it. He watched as she climbed steadily upward - would she see him?

Eventually his laziness gave way to general interest. Anselm recognized her as a coyote. If nothing else, he could get useful practice out of her. 

He rose and threaded his way between the exposed rocks, keeping to the shade to better hide his form. Unfortunately, the wind blew against him — carrying his scent downhill towards Meridian.