Verdigris Ravine the smoke between our fingers

Kusuma lay her head down and was about to attempt to sleep until Zoug came with more food — mayhaps there was some semblance of family or at least good tidings hidden within her soul — but it was quickly sent into dismay by a scent she hadn’t smelt and thought had died. 

But the coyjackal crouched over her infant child, lip in a curl. Not even S’ari had seen him yet and that simply wouldn’t do. Golden eyes peered out of the den’s entrance, putting her between an appeared danger and Harta. White teeth broke the shadows. 

This one is on tribeland, her growl was attempting to be angrier than she was, but the smell was coywolf, so perhaps she could understand her. Some wolfs had no patience for coyote-talk or even cared to hear them. 

But she had to see… in case… her heart fluttered, and the shadowed entrance of the den seemed to grow a head, large ears sticking out awkwardly. 

And she stared.

It couldn't be.

Somewhere in the dark, her tail flopped onto the ground in tentative disbelief. 

Kusuma-love was alive?