Moonspear Say Hello to the night

He wasn’t dying. The scrape along his back wasn’t even that deep, just long and painful. All he wanted to do was sprawl in some snow to numb the constant stinging. He would need to head north for that, which he did, because it wasn’t just his flesh that hurt.

Soon the ravine would fill with the pitter-patter of tiny feet, none of them belonging to him. It bothered Talisman deeply, convincing him that he didn’t belong with The Tribe, once and for all. They didn’t even want him. Well, the women didn’t, anyway. And all he wanted in the world was to be a dad!

He walked toward some distant mountains, where he knew he would find plenty of snow. He passed an enormous lake, which looked frozen. Fearing otters, Talis gave it a wide berth. Soon he was scurrying up the nearby mountainside.

The young coyote found plenty of snow, even falling asleep in a drift. He woke up the next morning chilled to the bone and shivering all over. Even after he climbed out of the snowbank, he couldn’t stop the quaking. The numbness wore off and the pain in his infected cut was excruciating.

Between the fever and the pain, the young coyote was soon disoriented, then downright delirious. He stumbled through the mountains, crying in agonized confusion.

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