Izaak was off on his own yet again, not something that was entirely uncommon. Actually more often than not he explored on his own. It felt great just to be able to get out and stretch his legs. Something that hadn't been allowed in Germany. He couldn't just wander away from the shack he shared with his family. If he did no one would come looking for him. Not that any looked for him now. But here, in Canada, he didn't get in trouble for seeing new people. Back in Germany his mother would get upset and say that he brought shame to her. That because of him some of her friends never came around anymore. Whether that is really true or not is hard to say. The kid does have his quirks but so did the rest of them. They all had their abnormalities. So really, who was actually at fault would be hard to determine. But Izaak took it at face value and simply tried his hardest to keep his mother happy. She really wasn't very pleasant when she was upset. That was something that the boy knew from first hand experience, as did the rest of his siblings.
The coyote child was coming in from the north and followed the line of land where the the shore met the forest. And why was that? Because he was following a fowl in flight. The white bird stood out easily against the sky. How could it not? It was bright out and the bird shown like a speck in the bright blue overhead. It wasn't certain exactly how he came across it but once it caught his attention it didn't escape it. Because of the bird he was walking around with his head tilted backwards so that he could stare up at the sky. Given that he was doing this he certainly wasn't paying attention to anything else around him. How could he when he had his eyes on the sky, keeping steady track of the bird's flight path.
At least that was until some other bird crossed his path and caught his attention. It was of an entirely different color. This one was a rich brown in coloration and appeared bigger than the white speck he had been following. He watched it descend, jogging over to where he seen it go down. But as he drew closer he heard the words of another and saw the bird sitting on the arm of a fluffy coyote, because that is what he thought of wolves as. His pace slowed as he got close to where the other was. He was laying down... in the wrong form. Yes, Izaak thought everyone should be a two legged form. "Was ist falsch? Warum nicht Sie stehen? Warum ist das so komisch coyote auf deinem arm?" And yes, he thought everything was a coyote. Most of them strange looking. But at least he was directing his question to someone instead of talking to himself, as he usually does.
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