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COYOTE
DAUGHTER
sharkrags
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The sun dipped beneath the edge of the desert. Fiery
paint streaked across the sky for miles. Jagged mountains
cast shadow over the rusted earth, the prickly grass, and
the lone woman walking towards the oncoming night.
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blood swirled inside her mind and collapsed into the shape
and memory of her mother. Years separated the last time
the two met. She never forgot the scent, but never
expected to breath it in again.
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She screwed the cap back on, then removed her
clothes in the darkness. She unknotted the laces on her
hardy boots. Leg by leg, she took off her jeans and folded
them away. She undid her sweaty shirt button-by-button
and slid it down her arms. Dark hair tumbled over her
shoulders after untying her ponytail. The crevice felt
stifling after baking in the sun all day, still, her bare skin
relaxed at the touch of open air.
After folding her clothes away, she dug deep into her
sack until reaching what lay at the bottom.
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no one could get in easily, and nothing could get out. She
took a deep breath and her fingers undid the web of knots.
Her head spun. The dirt floor and stone walls fell
away. For a moment she breathed the thick, sweet air of
Chuparosa in bloom. Her feet burned while leaping across
boulder trails ringing the hillsides. She squinted as the
dawn broke and set fire to the sky, running alongside her
family, heads high until-
She sat alone in the dark, back pressed against the
burning stone, hands clutching her pulsing chest. Sweat
ran down her body and her eyes glistened.
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scruff. Soft fur coiled around her fingertips.
Fur roped around her neck and she fell to the ground,
clutching her throat. But the pelt gripped her arms,
circling down her wrists like sleeves, forcing them into a
shape made to run on all fours.
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The cave cracked as the bones inside her chest
snapped outwards into a barreled curve.
Beneath the
spreading fur,
muscles
compacted,
doubled over,
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breaking and knitting, whatever needed to match the
memory of her blood. Her body shrank, turning sleek and
hardy. Sand-painted fur rippled over muscles bulging in
her back.
She shook until her ears slapped the side of her face,
and pulled back to the dark recess.
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through wrappings and cloth every day when simple fur
sufficed. Why wear clumsy boots when paws journeyed so
well across sand and rock? It snorted at the thought of
holding meat over fire because Walker stomachs couldn’t
handle it raw.
After many years, the Coyote leapt out of its dark well
and landed on the surface of the desert it once knew, no
longer confined to dream or memory.
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She breathed once more and caught the smell of
something else like her, and that’s all she needed.
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She did not run long before the trail became a thick
stream in the air, speeding her along to its source. Far-off,
a shape resembling herself stood between a pair of
saguaro cactus, its narrow head standing at attention and
long ears pointing skyward.
It’s scent rang true. Her heart rushed and her speed
almost doubled. The distance vanished like sunlight
touching the ground as she barreled into her brother.
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“I am- I am-" Her tongue slipped between her jaws.
The language of her kin trickled into memory. "I
am...come." she said. "Here." She closed her eyes, catching
her breath from the long run, and smelled the heady notes
of grasses her brother loved digging through. "Mouser.
Here I am, Mouser."
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“Mother. She smiled like-” Wander paused.
“Wrongness. I smelled Mother, but also stillness. Is she...”
Wander searched for the word, but could not place it. “Is
she still?”
“What happened?”
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tail so intense it almost glowed during sunrise. The news
cost her enough speed to let Mouser gain a lead. She
wished the tangled shrubs and jagged dirt slowed him only
a little. It took all of Wander's focus not to loose her
footing and break an ankle.
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Burn was the first in their litter, and larger than both
his siblings. If the summer was hard as Mouser claimed,
Burn weathered it with the stubborn determination of a
palo verde tree caught in a drought. But, Wander did
notice his shape ran leaner and his muzzle carried a few
more scratches than the last time the two spoke.
His dark eyes stared into her own for a long time. He
snorted.
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Mouser wined quietly.
“Where is Rattlesnake?”
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Wander sat, her gaze fixed on Mother. Her unmoving
body churned uneasy thoughts. Mother lay still, and
Wander knew she would not rise again.
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long, and Coyote can only run so fast. As sure as the sun
passes, Death catches everyone. It caught Mother and
Rattlesnake in a single pass.
Hare was always large for his kind, and even now,
muscle bulged beneath his furry fat. Many Coyote, Burn
among them, could attest that Hare's kick lost none of its
might.
“Take a look, take a look,” Hare shouted to Deer. “Here
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lies Coyote Mother, dead on the ground. Come as close as
you want, she ain’t bitin’ no one any more.”
Hare snorted and dust rose around his nose. “I’ll push
what I please while my legs still work, and I might push
some more afterwards.” He turned away from the body
and settled on a stone to watch the three with one eye.
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Kits, mates, brothers, sisters. My whole life, I’ve watched
her run them down screaming and bring those jaws
around plenty of necks. Almost nabbed me once or twice.”
Hare looked each
Coyote in the eye. “I
guarantee you’ve
had a few of my
own pass through
your bellies, and
they made you
quick, ah? Coyote
Mother was a
ruthless one. But she
killed clean.”
“I ain’t gonna insult you three and say I’m sorry to see
her go, but I’m glad she took that stinkin’ whip with her.
Only one around here with enough backbone to do the job.”
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who took the Skin and ran off, aren't you? Thought I
smelled Walker.”
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The grass rustled and Hare disappeared. Deer and his
herd soon followed suit, leaving the Coyote pack alone.
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the cliffside. “My litter cried in my den and I dug for dried
scraps of cholla fruit and half-starved lizards to feed my
mate. Mother went after Rattlesnake.”
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"Solve anything? No, it wouldn't. Still, I'm not the one
who whisked away in the middle of the night to chase after
the first Walker I saw moving through this place. You took
the Skin and left everything, everything behind. Tell me,
does that sound foolhardy?"
"I didn't-"
Wander's paws dug into the dirt. "I didn't make that
decision easily, I-"
Traitor.
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"I...I..." The Coyote closed his eyes as his snout
wrinkled. "I can't blame this on you. Mother lies dead,” he
continued, “because I could not keep my den filled. She
hunted to keep bellies full like I was still a pup tripping
over his own paws. You may be foolhardy, but I'm left
paying the price for my cowardice.”
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Unsettled breath twisted Burn’s snout The Coyote
grasped at something beyond the edge of his heart. Burn
had no words for his unease, nothing to chase, growl at, or
bury. Wander watched the smoke billow inside her
brother, struggling to take shape, desperate for release.
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“I am glad to hear,” Wander said. A fleeting wish to see
them fluttered through her chest. Her brother's young was
a worthy sight. The Walker had a word for those, but it
escaped her, which caused some unease. However, she
knew Burn’s mate would not take kindly to Wander
intruding upon her den while nursing. Loathe as she was
to admit, a den was no place to carry Walker scent.
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Calls.”
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them. Walkers were gifted with so much time...
“If I ever come back, we will not see one another.” Her
brown eyes moved between the pair. Older, she thought to
herself. They both looked older. “I can't return to the pack
after this," she whispered so softly that Burn and Mouser
leaned in to hear.
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The shadow drifted across the dirt, but Wander never
quite saw his paws touch the ground. "Rattlesnake’s spirit
lingers," Wolf said, eyeing something the Coyotes couldn't.
"Burning, angry, but fading. I smell Coyote Mother gone
cold, and see her children here, held together by precious
few scraps of loyalty. But I smell something strange -
Walker and Coyote, separate, yet one and the same."
Wolf.
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He is Wolf.
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Wander knew Wolf was the only one of his kind to
hunt the land. The creatures of the desert, those old
enough to remember the stories told by old ones in their
time, said two once ravaged the hills. Wolf and his mate,
who ran side by side for many winters and summers.
Hot breath flared his snout and the flesh around his
ivory teeth quivered. The sound almost passed as laughter.
“She stood guard against my bite, and never granted me
the chance to free the blood in her throat, and now that
shall never pass.”
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"This place is lesser without her viciousness pushing
it onwards." he said, voice dry enough to catch fire. "A
fitting creature."
She snarled.
“You lot are fortunate tonight -intrigue wins over my
hunger. Falcon’s gossip carries on the wind. He says a
Walker strayed into the desert, took shelter and fled as
Coyote.”
“You left," Wolf said. "Now you return. But you are
one indebted. You shall leave this place once again, yes?"
“I have promises to keep,” Wander said.
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yes? Or perhaps less. The Walker in you goes deeper than
scent or flesh."
His long snout studied the sky. “The moon nears the
end of her passage. Coyote Children shall be left alone for
the remainder night. No more shall intrude upon you."
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Dawn broke, spilling orange light over the mountains
rimming the world and seeped into the bottom of the
ravine.
“You said the truth. I'll admit to it," Wander spoke. "I
should've acted smarter.” She stared at Mother. “I
wanted...” Her voice drifted until she forced the rest out. “I
thought it was easier.”
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“For us or for yourself?”
Mouser sat up. “Mother was furious that day, and for
many days after.”
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Burn decided that was all he needed to hear. “Let's
hope we keep choosing right, then," he said, walking away
from Mother and past Wander.
"We are not Walker," Burn said, not angry, only stating
simple truth.
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Neither the Coyote or Walker inside won, but
something between the two cracked. It started from her
heart and rose through her throat, driving her to take a
long breath. Her body tensed as her head pointed to the
rising sun. She shut her eyes and opened her mouth.
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Wander walked alone back to her cache. Burn and
Mouser offered to accompany her, but she declined. The
Coyote came alone and insisted on leaving alone.
The meal came by easier than most and settled well into
the stomach, if not entirely filling her. The Coyote enjoyed
it. She considered nosing through the brush a while longer.
She scanned the rocks, the grass for telltale signs of lizards
or rodents. Morning hunts always suited her best.
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Too many things knew Wander's name to let her
simply live as Coyote again. She remembered debts to be
repaid. The bargains she made, and the promises to keep,
to those in flesh and those who waited beyond it. She
pushed the memory of her pack, her family to the front of
her mind.
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"When you dream," he said, "what is the shape you
take?"
"What?"
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Wander's fur tightened around her in a way that stung
more than fear or blood rush.
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"Because a promise needs more than one to make"
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She put all her focus on breathing, hoping to stop
herself from shaking. "That's all I can say to you, to
anyone."
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She laid against rock until the world stop spinning and
she didn't want to throw up her insides. Her bones ached
and muscles stung, but she'd live.
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But the Skin belonged to her, always and forever. The
time would come when she would wear it and run across
the desert once more with her children, but not for many
years. By then the desert would change. The mountains
will still stand, the sun still burn, and Hare will hide in the
brush, while Coyote seeks him out. But they would not be
her Coyote, perhaps kin of her pack, but Burn and Mouser
would be long in the sky by then. Maybe Wolf would find
himself in a place where he no longer need to run alone.
Maybe Mother would look down with a bit of favor.
She walked with her face towards the sun and left the
desert behind her, grateful that this time, at least, she said
farewell.
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