Iktome Plains but she was right, sera

After her brush with death at the hands of a poisoned corpse, Zero took her leave of the Tuktu Hinterlands. Well, death was a bit of an overstatement, but regardless, she wasn't keen to repeat the experience. Her paws carried her north at that leisurely yet ground-eating pace canids maintained for long travel, and she might have gone many miles indeed if not for the sea stopping her progressing.

Zero remembered the sea from past excursions. This stretch of coast was just like any other, so she didn't linger long where the water was tainted and impotable. She swept back inland, finding a vast plain with no trees in sight that appealed to every coyote instinct.

Presently, she was lying on her side and munching on half a field mouse trapped between her paws. It had been some time since she worked with local wildlife, but teaming up with that amiable badger earlier had proved prosperous. It had waddled off somewhere with its own spoils, leaving Zero alone once more. Overhead winged a crow, but the coyote held it at bay with a vigilant eye, her muzzle lazily tracing its course across the sky as she slowly turned her head.

No bird would be getting her lunch, but her vigilance on the sky meant she wasn't paying as much attention as she should to the approach of any land-dwelling hunters.