Breathing out a big cat breath, he moved off to his own corner of the area, back up against a tree that hid his form well enough. She was staying still and eventually time moved more than the coyote. Sleep, maybe? Good.
Big paw licked, he tried to clean at the wound, the bite tingling painfully while assessing where they were. It wasn’t super far from where his clothes were… his car. Or would it be safer to just take them back home and figure it out from there, hope that he could run fast enough?
Human thoughts were tiring.
Blinking long, eventually, the cat would fall to its own slumber, but Frank would be up long before the coyote.
When he did, the night air greeted him. It was cold. The prowl weren’t close, neither were his clothes. A hand went to his face and he winced, looking at skin coming away with blood, fingers moving against each other to confirm. Ugh, what a souvenir. Sighing, he’d get up and try not to feel awkward about walking around naked at an extended length. Somethings you just couldn’t avoid. Sometimes you had to follow an innate feeling of stranger to hunt around brush and logs and bushes to figure out where a coyote had holed itself up, where a girl might be. It was weird, but it was were life.
Lmk if you’re okay with me time melding next post <3