Verdigris Ravine 'tis time that i fare from you

Her fit of laughter caught him off guard. Talisman found himself pushing onto all fours as she fell over. He took a few steps back and eyed her, bemused and wary at first. But the sight of S’ari rolling around on the cavern floor was kind of charming, so soon enough he smiled down at her.

But his cheeks warmed now as she teased him, then questioned his age. He wasn’t a child! That thought made his cinnamon tail lash. Then Talis went still, thoughtful. Was he underage? Truth be told, he wasn’t quite sure when coyotes became… virile.

He flicked a forepaw as if brushing that thought away and replied, I’m a grown man, followed by, I’ll be two years old in early spring. Surely that’s old enough to make some babies?

Surely his dad had gone over this with him, Talisman thought, though all he remembered about that particular conversation was the strangeness of it all. Now those acts were less peculiar and much more appealing, which surely meant he was old enough. Right?