Horizon Ridge The Bruises that've Faded Away

A sixth sense amd Etienne lifted his head, feet stilling. The items on the shore catching his eyes now. Some shells, some seafood way past its expiry date, driftwood all thr normal things.


A coyote materialized from the cliffs. Lean and hungry looking. Etienne’s heart went out to it. He saw where it was headed and chuffed. Legs moving him closer.

You don't be eatin' dat. If you t'inkin' bout it. Dat be not good. I be Etienne, but most call me Eti.

He stayed far enough away that the coyote didn't feel threatened. He knew some of his brethren could be cruel to them.