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Nocht was so distracted by the excitement of exploring the new beach, the illicit thrill that she didn't see the coyote until it was too late. She had only gone a few steps when at the sound of someone talking to themselves quietly behind her she froze, feeling the blood rushing to her cheeks, warming the skin beneath her grey fur. She turned slowly, almost immobile due to embarrassment, hoping like hell that there would be no one behind her, hoping the noise she had heard would turn out to simply be the wind whispering words in her ear. She cringed when she caught sight of the russet furred almost-wolf. The animal looked vaguely familiar, but not quite like anything she had ever seen and not quite like the image she had created in her mind of a coyote either, but that must have been what it was. She tensed at the snarled warning, suddenly feeling even more foolish and out of her depth than she had moments previously. On the upside, she knew what a coyote looked like now. She wondered if she could play it off as an accident, but the beach stunk of coyote and she'd been warned. This could be bad and today didn't feel like a good day for bad things to happen.
She lifted her hands a little in peace offering, her head rearing back slightly, protectively. "Uhh, sorry about this." Nocht glanced to her left without moving her head and stuck out her lower lip in thought. "Should I just be going?" She asked, sticking out her thumbs and pointing at the beach on the other side of the rocks. She was so screwed. So, so screwed, because there was no way she was getting out of this one so easily. She considered saying something else, but decided against. She'd probably made enough of an eejit out of herself so far.