Hushed Willows WindChill

A rangy figure popped out from behind a bush as if he'd been lying in wait. Maybe he had been. Or maybe he'd just been napping in said bush, which would explain the man's rumpled appearance as he extracted himself from the brambles and came hopping along to answer the call. The coywolf goggled at the stranger's ear-things as he drew near, but of course, it was not polite to ask about such deformities.

"Hiya," he said with an all-over wiggle of greeting. "What's on the menu?"

His quick paws placed him at the stranger's shoulder, fanned out to the right but staring straight ahead. His black nose twitched in excitement; he could see the trail, and he thought he could almost smell it.