Spotted Eagle Mountain changing winds

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Now that Meridian's pace changed to a full sprint, Anselm realized he would not catch her.

His steps slowed as Meridian's form darted out of view. 


He supposed if he wanted to play the long game he could follow her trail -- but who knew where that would lead? He'd learned a thing about fleeing coyotes -- they often fled back to their packmates. Even a collective show of teeth from something as small as a band of coyote could present Anselm with injury.

He resigned himself to an empty stomach that night, and made back down towards the canyon.