Night Town: City Coyote--Shifting Shape
Another night down from the hills. To the quiet place, the hard wood rough stone dwellings for the twoleggeds with fewer metal rollers. There are still metal rollers, mind you, after all it is still the city. But fewer for me to battle with. Why do I come to the place where more of them are? Them, and barking, howling cousins. Spoiled brats. But I can’t deny my envy of them. I must be a softy, because I resolved not the harm those cousins, the close ones. Yeah, I’m the sucker with ethics, though the twoleggeds like to paint us a different way, like pests. Easy to say when you stole from us. I haven’t ended a twolegged pup in more years than I can count on a paw. Three paws! I kid. But the damn things are so obnoxious, thinking they can out-howl and coo us sometimes! Our bad reputation is unfair. When I’ve been up in the hills near the hard-walled dwellings sometimes I see sharp-toothed sinewy cousins. They wear a neck-chain that I’m certain the twoleggeds gave, to protect. They...