Shira looked up from the coyote, trying her best not to relive the memory she’d just shared. She pointed her nose into the wind, taking a deep breath and smiling faintly at the forest’s scent. There was the dewy moss and turning leaves, a squirrel somewhere far off, the deer and other creatures, one of which smelled oddly familiar, but Shira couldn’t place it. She thought of all the things in the forest that could be there, and nothing matched up, it smelled like another Dog…or wolf or coyote, something.
