Coyote Ugly

He watched as she cleaned her wounds, and as she spoke, his muzzle dipped once or twice in acknowledgement. A nomadic child, then. It soothed him some to know she wasn’t completely alone at least. With horses, a foal out alone was as good as a death warrant.

At her own query he chuckled softly, a rumble deep in his great chest. “I wander a lot.”

Soft lips quirked in amusement at the parroting of her initial answer to his question, nostrils flickering in another softer laugh, a little sadder. “I left my last herd to embark on a quest of sorts. I haven’t seen my sister in longer than I’ve been here. Eventually she and I will cross trails again, but I’m content wandering until I find a calling that holds me in one place. Occasionally I accompany others for a time before splitting off on my own again.”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think