boy with a coin.

[Pfenix]

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name. Pfenix dob. May 29, 2009 luperci. no species. coyote gender. male msn. hanalways@gmail.com The sun was bright against the October sky, trapping all inhabitants below on top of permafrost the morning breathed on the Canadian terrain. The day was colorful, if not cold, with vivid snow capped mountains embedded deep within the early afternoon horizon, all around the scenery was descending to their prime autumn colors and the leaf bearing trees seemed to be bearing their own fruits. It seemed as if the picture perfect fall day had unfolded upon them all, beautiful and awe-striking all of it's own. Yet all of this remarkable weather seemed to fall short on two traveling coyotes. One young and childish, the second also young but with the child beaten out of her; both weary and scrawny all the same. They both descended from north, fleeing desperately from something one didn't know, and the other refused to even think about. Ragged breath visible, circling up towards the shining menace, the she yote continued to canter through the last dregs of The Waste, gingerly dragging her coarse fur and battered paws over the jarring floor. With an occasional maternal glance down to her company, she pushed through the rubble of the territory, relentlessly driving until she reached her critical destination. They had both been traveling throughout the night, pursuing something in the hazy distance filled with, as the male knew, wolves, and scary wolves at that. Stories had echoed throughout the lands of the bizarrely misshapen and mutated creatures that resided deep in the south. Nonetheless, they continued to travel, deeper and deeper within the grasp of these legendary wolves and their harsh terrains. But as the puppy lost all hope into ever stopping, his mother halted in her footsteps. Markings and bearing were obvious enough to her, and she knew she had made it. She dug her nose to the ground, sniffing cautiously before picking out a soft spot to curl up in, beckoning her child to join her. Brilliant teal eyes quietly questioned the female, and he wondered which action to indulge in. Frightfully curious of where exactly they were or why they were there, the puppy wanted nothing more than to persist in bothering her. Yet, nonetheless, he was afraid of the unpredictable temperament she seemed to be emanating and it subdued his desires of seeking answers. Instead, he scuttled to the side of his malnourished mother, crouching low into the dirty sand and sought the comfort of milk. Exhausted and apathetic, the mother coyote could only allow easier access for her son to reap what was left of her and close her eyes, never to open them again.

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