Hunting the Trickster || Coyote, Lynx
Lynx prowled the streets as he had every night since his arrival, senses cast out in search of the one he’d followed into the mortal world. Coyote proved as tricky to catch as ever, hiding himself well in the city and keeping himself well out of harm’s way.
Lynx followed another trail down another alley, not getting his hopes up but knowing the one trail he didn’t follow would lead him to what he sought. He sighed as it turned up another dead end and traced his steps back to where the mixed scents branched off. He traced dead end to dead end until the cold dawn touched the sky and he finally caught a glimpse of a bushy tail vanishing into the trees of the park.
Lynx gave a terrifying shriek of delight and broke into a sprint, hot on the heels of a fleeing Coyote.
Coyote's tail drooped and he let out a jaw cracking yawn. So much tension and fear because of the return of his more fearsome brothers had robbed him of too many nights sleep.
Still he wandered about the city diligently, lay false trails to confuse the pair hunting him. He worried more and more that Lynx would catch him any night, so diligently did his brother haunt the night streets.
He started to yawn again but froze in his tracks instead, a scent wafting to him on a breeze cause by traffic.
Lynx.
Adrenaline flushed through his veins and he started running, making a break for the park where he could hide. He crashed through the bushes and heard a terrible shriek behind him, quickened his pace and prayed he could lose Lynx in the underbrush.
