Coyote

Summary

The stars twinkle over the treetops, the north star a guiding light better than any compass. Only your footfalls can be heard between the trees, paws landing almost silently in the moss. This has been your whole life, moving from place to place, never settling down or finding a home of your own.

The hunters still nip at your heels, driving you forward.

Stopping means dying.

It is how it has always been. But perhaps it can change. Maybe, just maybe, you could win the fight for your right to live.

Maybe you could find a home.