Lion Head Mesa Switch my whip, came back in black

Someone approached, prompting Atreus to drop his eyes. He had heard there were coyotes living at this place—this palace, rather. He mistook this stranger to be one of the wolf’s smaller cousins, which bred a certain discomfiture. Atreus wasn’t really sure how to treat a coyote.

In the end, he decided to address him like he would any other canine and said, Hello, I’m Scout, deftly assuming his most recent alias. This is Akashingo, isn’t it? Then, despite having introduced himself by a nickname, he decided to tack on, I’ve just come from Mereo.