Oct 9, 2017
@iwillmakemystandhere
The large coyote, reminiscent of the wolf blood that had mixed in with Eastern packs, was not done hunting. With the night half over already, it had been killing, only taking mouthfuls of prey and moving on to leave a red trail behind it. The small deer, rabbits and other rodents, weren’t what the unnatural canine craved and when a fresh scent drifted toward it on the breeze it began to double back on its path. Now an old shack loomed up before, the place it’d started the hunt and fresh saliva flooded its mouth in anticipation.