Hunting the Trickster || Coyote, Lynx
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.
Lynx yowled his delight as he hunted Coyote through the brush, gaining with every step. He could smell the sharp tang of fear as he drew nearer and nearer his prey.
Coyote was aiming for speed, crashing through the bushes and trying to use his greater stamina to outpace his pursuer. Lynx put on a burst of speed, springing off a rock to land on Coyote's back.
