Sex: MaleRead Only. Coyote Drop.
Skin and bone, raggedy tufts of fur sticking up at wild angles, until one might mistake the gaunt spectre for an echo of days long since passed. How long had it been since he had last seen her face? He knew she was around here somewhere, he kept criss-crossing her trail, old and stale, but it was enough to know that she had been here... that she was still looking.
The coyotes had carried him for a time, until his limb grew too long, and then they kept him in line with sharp nips and shoulder shoves. He might not have been able to understand their speech, but some languages was universal - the pinning of ears, the flagging of a tail. It was easier to just keep doing what they wanted him to, and to hope that his mother would find him soon.
That was - until now. Amber eyes opened to the heavy scent of coyotes being replaced with something else. It was thick and acrid and hung over the forest like a cloud. His captors had finally abandoned him. Maybe this had been their plan all along? He wasn't sure if the anxious pounding of his heart that choked him so was from the smell in the air that begged him to run, or from the way he suddenly found himself completely and utterly alone.
The boy pushed himself upwards, looking one way, and then the other, seeking any sense of what way he should go, but it was hard to see through the smoke to determine which way would lead him closer to danger.
(This post was last modified: Sep 28, 2018, 10:59 PM by Adarius.)