Ankyra Sound five twenty six, nineteen ninety.

And that was a miss.

Darn. Sorcerer watched him go. He could almost feel the air get towed in behind the fleeing wolf. What a shame. Cayetano had not been unpleasant company and after a long and uneventful time spent on the trail, he had been a welcome diversion from the daily business of staying alive.

Not about to chase after an agitated wolf no matter how curious he was about the animal, the coyote moved off in the direction his initial appearance had suggested he was heading.

But he wouldn't be going far.