Sun Mote Copse athough it’s dark now, i know we’re gonna make it to sunrise

The young coyote skirted around the mountains, heading so far north, he smelled salt on the wind. Although this intrigued him, Talisman needed to hunt before he considered exploring further. Just past a few mountain springs, he spied a forest and loped that way. Certainly he could scrounge up some small game in the misty woods.

Talis experienced a keen sense of déjà vu when fresh scent markers halted him in his tracks. Wolves lived here. He huffed out a sigh, sepia snout lifting a little as he studied the smells. The markers were neither numerous nor strong, though he had no desire to trespass. He didn’t need to take that risk, nor further the stereotype that his kind were thieves.

He pivoted on a weather-beaten paw and looked westward, though he didn’t take a step just yet. He would have to cross more streams, which always came with the risk of otters. Talis drew in a deep breath through his nose as he deliberated.

This can be a cameo if somebody else wants to jump in here. :)