Sequoia Coast mango

the instinct of watching eyes pressed upon wolf dreamer, and he turned his black eyes to see the scarlet coyote standing stark against the backdrop of ice.

for a long moment, he only gazed.

as a young creature, he had been given little opportunity to cultivate dislike or hatred of coyotes or even foxes, whom he saw as the same sort of smaller being.

thus he did not react with anger when he saw the stranger, only a placid, long look which eventually turned back toward the caribou.

"Wolf says we are brothers," the dreamer called across the piled drifts upon the flattened clearing.