In the same vein, he is unused to wandering nature. It feels kind in a manner he doesn't think suits him; quiet, gentle.
He navigates about grasses with attentive twitches of ears until a peculiarity among the heather catches his attention. He looks, and stops. Coyote initially thinks to turn and leave but if he's noticed her then, undoubtedly, she's noticed him. "Perdón, chica," he says, shaking his head as though already dismissing himself. "Did not mean to interrupt your, ah, singing? I am just," and then he lifts a great paw to gesture. "Going through. Mean no trouble."
Mintaka is welcome in any thread.




