Moonspear running up that hill

Evidently the paler pup agreed, because she shouted his words right back at him. Talisman’s lips pursed. They were both right, though. He didn’t have any business here, nor any responsibility.

You’re right, I’ll go, he said, holding up a placating paw. Take care of yourselves, lil’ guardians.

He paused when the little boy whispered something, though his cinnamon ears couldn’t quite catch the words. Drawing in a breath, the coyote slowly retreated, backpedaling at first and only turning to lope away once he’d achieved a safe distance.