Naaghai Lowlands tibia

Slowly, methodically, the pair of coyotes closed in on the prey. Talisman marveled at the hares’ overconfidence. Perhaps it was simple stupidity. They probably didn’t have very big brains. They were all legs. To their credit, they would give the hunters a run for their money, even if they were able to creep up quite close.

When Zoug moved, Talis skulked after him. The earth was warm beneath his paws and low-slung belly. He could feel the winter sun on his back. But most of his attention was trained forward on the hares as he mentally corrected himself: they were all ears and legs.