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Her flighty attitude did remind Dovev of a migratory bird- her flashy appearance, bright plumage that darted across the air as she flew up the side of the rock face to escape him. He knew of coyotes and their rather sneaky, clever habits, always finding the upper hand in most situations. Like now, where the white wolf was stuck, out of reach, whilst she taunted him from above.

After a pause, Dovev stepped away, straightening out his neck. You can come down if you want, coyote. You're no fun to play with.
He glanced over his shoulder, off towards the descent of the valley where he had spied herds of elk before. They were far enough north that Dovev didn't feel any threat to Creek's borders by this scavenger, even if he didn't know who she truly was.