Foggy Bottom Way kohara

A grand show indeed! Candle whirled as he reached for her tail, the song of her laughter filling the air. Closer to the falls now, the air turned misty and cold. The priestess turned sharply away from the water and toward the stony spires that surrounded the falls.

There the man would begin to see the secrets of Clan; he would catch the scents mingling, glimpse the shadowy mouths of caves which served as dens. A place of coyotes; a place for coyotes. Candle filled the air now with the song of their kind, listening for returned calls. Some of her kin answered, too far off to name them.