Redsand Canyon Whatever comes

The canyon was a new site for the young coyote, but she pressed on. Meridian had been travelling for weeks now, with little to eat. Her russet orange fur had lost its shine, and every step was weary. Though the canyon did not provide much food for a young, inexperienced hunter, Meridian continued anyway. She stopped at a border marking, it smelled of wolves. Yet she still kept walking, rules were for wolves, not coyotes.