I woke up saw this and I fainted.
I’ll be spending the day in my enclosure reading this 🖤🖤
There is a coyote who follows John Egan through the scrublands of New Mexico. A pale-eyed, pale-furred, washed-out shape against the desert night. Limbs too long and paws dexterous as it lopes just out of sight. Sometimes it stood upright, mouth lolling open wet and pink and full of teeth. Sometimes it is a man too, still furred and broken-limbed but with a maw that could almost form words and hips that narrowed delicately.
It is never human, but sometimes it is a man. -- A spooky oooky ghosty Halloween fic. A larger trigger list will be contained inside!