★ The White Hart

The small coyote had never seen the weather change so drastically or so fast. The thunderstorm was horrifying and the pup’s heart was going faster than a jackrabbits. Of course, he would never admit his fear. Slowly, the coyote would start to breathe easier even as part of his mind wondered what would happen next.

His gaze went to the cave, wondering if he should go in there or not. What if a bear or something was in it? Even as he watched the cave something large did appear but not what the black coyote had expected. This white stag was far too large for him to hunt, yet he wanted it. Nico’s bird friends were the normal source of reason with him and they had gotten split up in the storm.
The boy stepped closer, walking near it, the desire to chase it growing, despite the odds. Hopefully, others that had joined with him were stronger and could help. The boy still knew the basics, he just lacked the strength and size of a true hunter. Still, he’d make it work! Whoever he teamed up with wouldn’t find the young coyote completely useless.

The stag went back to the cave and Nico couldn’t resist! He ran after the stag with dreams of a huge kill in his future.


"Niko"