in a dream, the future.

Slender legs propelled the woman forward in a ground covering stride, her head canted ever so slightly to the side, ears turning this way and that to better mind her surroundings, nose tasting the breeze, the familiar scent of prey filling the ear and her mouth with saliva. She spotted her brother and cousin ahead, teeth flashing in what might have been a smile, perhaps a sneer as she aimed to roughly bump against her brothers shoulder, a snap aimed at the air by his ear with a warm rumble from deep in her chest before she would turn to offer the same to her cousin. She was less dignified in her steps, far more eager, and a coyote like croon left her lips, punctuated with several short yips, almost a hyena laugh. Time to get a move on. Between the three of them, the elk hardly stood a chance.

“Speech”