Who was at war? Minos could not remember anymore. He could just let the time pass without much thought as he ran around with his new friend. It seemed impossible that they weren't supposed to be friendly, and even more impossible that they were supposed to hate each other. It was obvious by scent that the coyote was of the clan that had attacked his alpha, but it was even more obvious that this was the most funnest creature Minos had come across. And of course that outweighed any obligation that the pale wolf might have. No one would find out anyways, it could be their little secret.
Yellow eyes looked over the tree's root, watching as the male noticed that he was gone. He swallowed a chuckle, stifling his giddiness. He felt the urge to roll over in laughter, but kept somewhat serious and crouched still behind his hiding place. Ohhh the dark yote would not find him just as he couldn't catch him. As Mino though deeply on how an ingenious plan this was he didn't notice that his friend had caught his little paw in one of the tree's roots. He heard the falling thud though, and his head popped out with surprise. Quickly he jumped up and ran to his battered friend, prodding him with his nose. "You all right?", his voice heavy with concern.