Rising Sun Valley thin thread

if dovev was losing his cheery attitude, caiaphas wished not to be near him when the well ran dry. she shifted and was most thankful for the advantage of her perch. at the very least she had enough time to beat her escape if the encounter turned sour.

and sooner or later, it always did.

she eyed him uncertainly, fully aware of the damage he could do if he managed to pull her guard down. she would not be caught this way -- she was too wily -- and even though he asked a disarming question she felt her defenses mounting. "i'm an eastern coyote." she answered as if it was known -- as if he was ignorant for inquiring. in her homeland, they were a dime a dozen -- yet here they seemed as rare as a yellow cardinal.