Luneshale Pass the sedge and the bee

The coyote was quick! Drusk was thrilled by the increased challenge of the hunt and slunk to another section of the hillside, only to recognize that he had overshot his position and had lost sight of the prey. He would have to double-back some of the way and try another angle.

This time as he came creeping among the rocks and the grass, he managed to reach the point where the coyote had been scavenging. He lingered there a moment to investigate, sniffing at the grass and the meadow patch; it was a female, and beneath the heady aroma of the flowers he found notes of — estrus? No; it wasn't quite that strong, but soon.

With a huff to clear his nostrils, Drusk drags his heels through the flowers and then begins his stalk anew. This time was simpler: her scent was leading east and he knew he could catch up if he climbed the hill. Once he reached the top though, the figure of the coyote was gone and all he could find when he scoured the land for scent, were those damned flowers.