Horizon Ridge The Bruises that've Faded Away

He urged Talis to come along, then turned to move away. The coyote didn’t move, other than to scan all the bits and bobs sitting on the sand, just waiting to be eaten. He could probably fill his stomach.

But right before the wolf vanished from sight, he trotted after him. He was curious to see where he was going and what he might find there. Talis kept a careful distance, though he came close enough to be within earshot.

Eti, he recollected under his breath, short for Etienne. Louder, he said, I’m Talisman, but you can call me Talis. He paused for a few beats before asking, Not that I’m not grateful, but why do you want to help me?