Spotted Eagle Mountain changing winds

Now came Anselm's finest joy: pursuit.

The coyote had gotten wind of him and skirted up the summit. Her steps were agile and quick -- she was swiftly out of view and concealed behind the tumbled rocks of the great plateaus.

Anselm followed his nose. His heart quickened, as did his pace -- he was a cursorial creature built for the long running accustomed to his kind. It would do little good to expend all his energy in one session.

Loping at an easy pace uphill, Anselm kept his gaze trained on his prize.