Redsand Canyon in closets like cedar

No worries! Ugh I love Menthe! And the way you write, Berry <3

The coyote blended well amongst the reddened shadows of the canyon. Her posture still, ears tucked to her skull and eyes trained ahead as she stalked her prey. Not that she was actually hunting—or hungry for that matter—since her prey was Menthe, and she would not harm her newfound friend.

But, she would, however, play a game, whether the other person involved knew or not, that did not matter.

Her belly hovered over the sands as she crept, her footsteps matching Menthe’s pace to cover her own foot falls.