Lion Head Mesa If it was never yours to begin with, take it anyway

“Oh, will I? I sure hope that’s a promise you’ll keep, honey.” If not here, she was sure he would show up and show out during one of their games. She giggled at the thought, uncaring how it appeared to him. If he had the same mind as she, it wouldn’t be such a surprise.

Once again, Cyn, simmer down, girl.

Feeling a bit more settled at his reassurance, the coyote gave herself a shake to rid her of any tension. She wasn’t so naive to think that they could pass through pack lands unscathed or unnoticed, but as long as they make nice, it might happen should they run into anyone. 

It has been a bit quiet, though…could they have been so lucky? Or, was this just the calm before the storm?