Verdigris Ravine the wanting call

he'd tasted blood.

it was a coyote's, bitter and thin, no sweeter water to douse his flames. with a sharp grin the man whirled around to meet the insistent little expression of a girl he hadn't spotted till then.

he gave her a warning snarl, before aiming his muzzle to race past, and out of this pungent grave-hole.