Meadowlark Prairie Tsukareta

Panting, breath falling on the air spun the coyote’s ears atop his head. His heavy-lidded gaze peered into the hole, believing he had found something larger, trapped beneath the earth. The riverstone eyes tried to search the darkness as his paws dug at the earth until pawsteps pulled him from it.

Haru turned his snout in the direction of a fair woman who had stepped into the meadowland. The thief regarded her with a sweep of his eyes, stopping to hover on the color of her coat, the sharpness of her muzzle, and the softness in her gaze. He wondered if she had anything to eat on her. Haru drew his snout up and sniffed, taking a step forward. She smelled only of grass and greenleaf.

You any good at diggin’ rabbits outta holes? his lazy tone floated to her. Haru offered a small wave of his tail and a half-smile.