Moonspear [m] red cloud drifting

She shivered, eyes darting back and forth - it was as if she had seen some sort of spirit and did not wish to see it again. Her belly burned and her paws felt like she was standing in inferno. Not here, no - Kusuma-love had kept the strangers away and she wasn't here to keep the dark coyjackal safe from the wolfs that were everywhere. 

Fearscent mingled with the firescent and even she couldn't tell which one was stronger. 

Holding herself in a tight ball, she licked over her flank and down her leg in a hurry, as if it would help mask her. Stay calm, stay hidden, she was coyote- invisible, silent, a mystery.

But the huntress couldn't help but whimper softly to herself. Her ears then twitched, and Kusuma nearly jumped out of her pelt and straight up in the air, a yip of alarm coming out of her. 

Talisman?