10-29-2011, 11:02 AM
Alma had planned to inspect the mansion, since she had passed by it many times and seen other coyotes enter and leave - but she had always made excuses not to look at it: she was too busy, she had to hunt, she had to finish the bows. Now, she was without an excuse and conveniently near the thing.
The coywolf regarded the structure with a mix of caution and disdain. It looked stable on the outside, sure, but so had the last building she had decided to sleep in. That had been nearly a year now, and she had been too afraid to approach any structure like it since. Alma sniffed the air cautiously - not that she could smell the scent of rot or decaying wood from here. She would have to get closer.
Hesitantly, she approached. She hadn't been creeping along the path for long when noticed a scent of another coyote. Fresh - they were somewhere nearby, and someone she hadn't met before. Alma padded closer in curiosity, forgetting all about her fears about collapsing buildings.
She turned around a bend and spotted a short girl placing a rose behind her ear. Alma was somewhat disappointed, and then confused. The scent was of an adult coyote. Not a child. She considered whether it could be a mother and child, but she smelled no child - or at least, not a fresh scent of one.
"Hello?" she called out, "What are you?" She instantly regretted that. The bluntness of the question and the precise, slow manner in which she had said made her sound like she was extremely dull-witted.
The coywolf regarded the structure with a mix of caution and disdain. It looked stable on the outside, sure, but so had the last building she had decided to sleep in. That had been nearly a year now, and she had been too afraid to approach any structure like it since. Alma sniffed the air cautiously - not that she could smell the scent of rot or decaying wood from here. She would have to get closer.
Hesitantly, she approached. She hadn't been creeping along the path for long when noticed a scent of another coyote. Fresh - they were somewhere nearby, and someone she hadn't met before. Alma padded closer in curiosity, forgetting all about her fears about collapsing buildings.
She turned around a bend and spotted a short girl placing a rose behind her ear. Alma was somewhat disappointed, and then confused. The scent was of an adult coyote. Not a child. She considered whether it could be a mother and child, but she smelled no child - or at least, not a fresh scent of one.
"Hello?" she called out, "What are you?" She instantly regretted that. The bluntness of the question and the precise, slow manner in which she had said made her sound like she was extremely dull-witted.