Moonspear [m] listening to fear

It was not who she expected to find her, but the spirits worked in mysterious ways that Sialuk did not question. It was the small man, the coyote, who came upon her with eyes wide and wanting. Sialuk lashed her tail and bowed low, whining, inviting him to play. It was a ritual not new to her, and one she knew quite well. Something far in the back of her mind warned her of his injury, to be gentle, but it was he who would lead this dance to its conclusion, so she need not worry.