The trip had been short in comparison to others which Biff had been on, but very much different than all the rest, too. He had seen horses before, and had met a few along his path that knew how to ride and tame them, but the coyote, himself, had never had the pleasant opportunity of actually using one. Though he was not the rider, Biff enjoyed the usefulness of the horse as it pulled the cart behind it steadily through the land.
The small coyote, the smallest of the trio of travelers, had spent the majority of the trip tucked into a nook beside the sole up front whilst the other member, Sebastian, had actually spent the trip snoozing in the back. Biff was jealous, naturally, because he could easily fit into the spot that Sebastian had claimed and snooze all day, too, but the guy had managed to call dibs on it before he had the chance to do so. Not that it mattered all very too much, Biff slept nonetheless up front when he was not locking in conversation with the pack leader.
The fellow was kind enough, but boy was he a large one; large enough to take up most of the room on the front of the wagon. The coyote could not help but feel dwarfed by him, and an instinctual desire to jump off the wagon and flee into the nearest wood line to turn and watch from a distance tugged at him every time the two made eye contact. Biff could not stare the fellow in the face, and when he did by accident he would very quickly divert his eyes elsewhere. There was no reason to fear the guy except for his size, but Biff could not help what came so naturally to him – after all, it came down to survival. The fellow was a large wolf, and he was the leader of a pack for a reason. Undoubtedly he could fight, and he could kill – Biff would be no match for Jazper even if the guy was missing an arm.
A howl went out, loud and sharp, and Biff shook from his moment of daydreaming. For the last hour or so he hadn't said very much and had managed to begin to drowse off. The call from Jazper shook him to his bones and his ears perked up in high alert. The cart slowed to a stop, and then rocked as the large sole dismounted. Looking on still in surprised, the coyote finally pulled his drowsed senses together and scrambled off on the same side that Jazper had, fumbling to the ground but still somehow managing to land on his feet.
Once there, and once Sebastian had removed his own self from the comfortable knoll he had constructed from furs and crates, the Sole began to explain what the game plan was going to be. Biff nodded, thinking that was the sort of response the leader desired, but as usual Sebastian toyed. It was interesting to see the daring in the guy, and the coyote could not help but wonder how it was the fellow had ever developed that sense of daring. Sebastian was not very much larger than Biff, and was still a good deal smaller than Jazper, so where did he find the gall to be so comfortable around the brute? Perhaps Biff just did not understand, yet, what organized civilization was like.
Still, all Biff did was smile at the small fellow's jokes and nod to Jazper quietly.
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