The wandering coyote walked still, the concrete beneath his feet hard and rough on his pads. He heard the soft swish of water nearby, and his dry throat drew him consiously toward the water, where he put his spear down and hopped across the rocks that lined the shore until he was within reach of the water. He got down onto his stomach and dipped his face into the water, drinking deeply of he water. As he drew back up, he saw the oh-so familiar scarred face staring back at him. Carrion slashed his fingers across the top of the water, the image of his face scattering into thousands of different vibrating colors. The water lapped at the rocky shoreline, making soft lapping sounds as it brushed the stone he sat on. He sat up, and looked off at the rest of the city in the distance. He'd been here for several days, and still hadn't found what he was looking for- whatever it was. He doubted he ever would. On a whim, he drew his drums from behind his back and began to just play. The soft sound of bongos echoed out over the water from where he sat on that rock. The coyote sat for maybe an hour there, playing music and relaxing with his feet in the water. Just watching the sunrise.
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