Sly Fox Sand Dunes pawsteps over sand dunes

Coyjackal had spent endless nights and days hunting that she did not recognize the man coming next to her. What he had on his mind was unknown to her, and her experience with men was limited. 

Her head turned to greet him, looking him over. Her eyes of golden sunflowers were originally startled, but settled down soon after. He smelled of Tribe.

This one says hello. she responded to his words.