Ankyra Sound in memory of sniffy cole

There was what in the grotto? Or was it a who perhaps?

Canting his head, he strained to listen, but the wolves had said enough to one another. The one savaged the flesh while the other left paw prints in the sand and snow.

He would not be long biding his time. The male departed soon after, and the watcher on the cliffs descended. Nothing of the haunch of hare remained but a snout-wrinkling scent which was not mere decay. The coyote slipped along the hot trail leading to the grotto and its chamber cache, only to be disappointed when he found that same scent concentrated amongst some of the meat that remained.

Despite what was ruined and left untouched, he exited with a full stomach, still questioning what or who else was supposed to be in there.

But that was not all his curiosity chewed on as he went his way.