Heron Lake Plateau There were three ravens sat on a tree

Odessia had just finished taking a very satisfying dump. She had been backed up for the past two days, and the relief she felt was indescribable. The blue-eyed wolf felt no less than three pounds lighter by the time she was done, and she shook her booty as she kicked up dirt behind her where her scat now lay in a huge pile. It was kind of a shame that nobody was around she could brag to about it, so it would just have to be her little secret. Maybe somebody would discover it and wonder what bear had been here. She took one last proud look at her pile of dung, then galloped off.
She did not get very far before she caught a canine scent. Odessia slowed, and it took her a few more strides to realize that it was not a wolf scent at all. It was one she had encountered before, but not in quite some time. Trailing well behind, the white wolf observed the coyote from a distance. She was downright tiny in comparison to herself, and that was saying something considering Odessia was one of the smallest wolves she had ever met. The black canine was talking to herself, though Odessia could not quite make out what she was saying from this distance.
Odessia continued to close the gap between them, all the while wondering how long she could keep herself from being detected.