Verdigris Ravine snout

He had watched his father prepare skins for many suns, and he himself had tried to replicate the careful techniques. But while his paws grew adept at painting the caves, this at required skills quite beyond the Cavetreader's reach. His attempts lay buried unseen from judging eyes, unlike his father's, laying in the daylight for all kin to admire.

Brac slunk between the shadows leading from his caves to rocks near his napping father. The skins formed a leathery tapestry upon the flat stone and he peered closer before slithering to the tribe kin he sought.

This one knows things coyote does not, the growing boy nibbled at the space behind his father's ear, this one will teach coyote how to dry as well as coyote paints, yes?