Heron Lake Plateau There were three ravens sat on a tree

Sick?! Odessia was certainly not sick. And while, sure, her excrement smelled like—well, excrement—she did not think it was an unusual smell. Better to save face (anus?) than fess up to her giant pile now, though. She reached a point where she was satisfied with her cleanliness, although she would have to hit up a local stream or lake sometime soon if she wanted to feel truly fresh. Odessia watched as the coyote looked elsewhere, perhaps for the bear, and then asked why she was here.
"I caught your scent," she replied, "I did not think that coyotes talked to wolves. They do not where I am from. Why are you being so friendly?"
Granted, the black coyote had not made a friendly first impression, but she seemed to have made a quick turnaround in that department. Maybe it was not only wolves, but all canines—or even all creatures—that had been tainted by the water here, making them oddballs. Odessia had certainly never talked to a coyote before. In fact, she had not even believed that they could talk. Her family back home had only ever chased off and killed coyotes who had gotten too close. The only reason Odessia was not following in her family's footsteps was that she did not have pack members to back her up.