Sun Mote Copse So I've gotten used to coffee sweats

In considering the direction the coyote’d come from, and then the way he had turned now, Niamh snorted in appeasement and gazed off down its tracks, which- though they meandered this way and that- they seemed to be heading off into the cedars and away from their copse. ”Smart coyote,” She said, putting an emphasis on her pronunciation of Ki-yoat. She licked her lips. ”If he’s gone, we’ll have a better chance of finding snacks,” She said opportunistically. Hopefully, the coyote’s absence might mean that something else- something a bit more edible- had wandered closer to their borders. ”What’s your favourite?”