07-24-2016, 01:49 PM
Raene has seen his kind lurking at the edges of the wood, but they have never been bold enough to try their glittering teeth against a member of the Falls. They prefer easier prey, small animals with small minds that fall easily into their clever traps.
So wen the coyote comes in front of her, Raene is wary but not frightened. He does not pass by, as she expects, but rather sits down and offers what she has no choice but to call a grin. Can coyotes grin?
A better question - can they talk?
“Hello,” she replies hesitantly, trusting her ears if not her memory of how wildlife communicates. She knows he had said hello, and nothing in the way he sprawls or the mischievous smile makes her feel threatened.
“How are you talking?” She asks, unable to keep her curiosity at bay. “Can all coyotes talk?"
So wen the coyote comes in front of her, Raene is wary but not frightened. He does not pass by, as she expects, but rather sits down and offers what she has no choice but to call a grin. Can coyotes grin?
A better question - can they talk?
“Hello,” she replies hesitantly, trusting her ears if not her memory of how wildlife communicates. She knows he had said hello, and nothing in the way he sprawls or the mischievous smile makes her feel threatened.
“How are you talking?” She asks, unable to keep her curiosity at bay. “Can all coyotes talk?"