Sly Fox Sand Dunes The animal, the animal

A wolf —

or perhaps a coyote?

Candle stood in the sands, a lizard hanging limply from her jaws, and watched the strange creature. She couldn't be sure what he was, exactly. Perhaps another abomination, that cursed crossing of wolf and coyote which could only spell tragedy.

The priestess held pity for such creatures, but little else. Still — pity was enough, sometimes. She crunched her lizard, still watching.