Ankyra Sound five twenty six, nineteen ninety.

Not quite made yet, but the wolf had detected his presence.

She's not. He replied. Casually, calmly, and just as so revealing himself as he stepped out from brush and branches. Only I. Passing through. Who are you looking for? I might have seen them.

The coyote stood broadside to the other animal and with a raised paw, ready to 'carry on passing through' as he had claimed.