Blackfeather Woods Carrion, comfort me.

"Well, it's only a coyote. No reason to mourn." The cold words left her lips with little hesitation. She believed each creature had a purpose, but to her the coyote's purpose was to eat her scraps and later on her puppies too. The coyote's lived in a way that risked attack, and to her it appeared that this had been the fate of the mangled corpse.

But why was the other waiting? Now she was curious.

"You're still here, but you're no coyote."