A Coyote roams, never Wanders [Coyote Story]

"Where is that damn coyote? I'm going to kill that bastard!" A hunter waded through the thick leaves, holding a shotgun.

"Why are you so obsessed with coyote-" 

"No," The hunter whispered softly, crunching the ground beneath him. "It's not just coyotes, it's this coyote. It stole my money!"

"Yeah, fucking right, dude," the man walking beside him laughed, "A coyote? Really? You're being serious?"

"Go look it up. There's a whole group of people on the Internet talking about their situations of being finessed by a coyote, he's craftier than I don't know what,"

"You're lucky you're my friend dude, and I have nothing better to do. I can't believe this, how did it steal your money? It's a coyote,"

The hunter stopped and pointed his gun to a bush and shot aimlessly at a shrub. 

"Dammit!" 

Nothing was hit. 

"Let's go man," the other man pleaded, "It's not good for your mind,"

"Okay, when he fucking steals your money, don't say I didn't tell you so. It was one night at the bar. It was dark and I saw a coyote; he was nice as shit. He jumped on me, licked me and all. When I woke up, I had no pants, and I was in the middle of nowhere with no money..."

“You drink too much…”

Their conversation faded out in the distance as the sound of branches crunching beneath the two men's feet had grown fainter and fainter. A subtle noise emerged from a nearby bush. 

The coyote shook his fur and stretched his legs from behind a hidden pile of leaves that matched his coat. He was quite flattered that he had grown in myth, although, humans never understood animals. It made them easy prey. No matter, there was bigger things to tackle. The type of stuff that involved another foolish human...

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Desert climates had become a staple for coyotes across generations. They naturally migrated to the warm climate as there was little competition for prey, and ample opportunity for growth. As for a certain one, the idea of stagnation had become something he disdained in his fellow coyotes. They were lazy. They sought after cheap mice & river water. 

They lacked ambition.

It was a long trot, but the coyote made it to a small village in the Mojave Desert. Clay adobe houses littered the orange wasteland. People filtered in street wearing traditional garbs. Smoke rang out of the tops of houses covered the bright blue sky. A splendid day.

For whatever reasons, the humans in this town revered him. Humans parted the streets and bowed their heads. They treated him as a figure, a king even.  

This was more like it. 

A small hut with artificial smoke blowing out of the top came into view. The coyote had an important meeting with a certain someone inside. In efforts of the embracing of growth, he had sought out...ulterior motives to earn money. Expansion was on the horizon, no more identifying himself with a group of animals that refused to evolve.

 He scurried around the back of the hut and through the curtains, saw a large pile of money lying underneath a shrine with his photo. Good. Before the coyote walked into the hut, he sensed a strange sensation in the sky.

He looked up and saw a spec gleaming in the distance. It was headed towards the ground at an alarming rate and would explode on impact. The coyote sprinted through the village and reached the top of the plateau where he stood watch as a loud explosion marked a dent below the crescent, dirt hill. 

Intelligence was gifted to all creatures, but only the ones that surpassed it ever gained a semblance as to how to use it. So descended the coyote into the desert abyss.

From the exterior, this machine largely struck the coyote as similar to the mechanics of the machine's humans used to reach higher speeds. But on its interior, he smelled something odd and foreign. There were not many things this coyote had not seen. Smoke covered the contraption, and when the door opened, a creature the coyote had not seen, only heard of, walked out of the device. 

"Where am I?" the soft voice murmured to themselves, "Oh, are you a being of this planet?"

The shiny, blue creature looked down at the coyote. Panting and licking the being, he already gathered everything about them. Interesting, the coyote thought. 

Wandering and floating in the sky with their blue flames, they took in the surrounding of the desert and landed back on the ground next to the coyote. 

"What is your name, creature of this planet?" 

The coyote stared at the creature. 

"Oh, I see," The being nodded, "Tell me, there's a sensation I smell in the distance. It reminds me of the source of nutrients on my home planet. Will you show me the way?"

The coyote panted and licked the leg of the strange being. Interesting, he thought. Interesting. 

"Okay, great. I can take you with me,"

***

The coyote decided to pay a visit to his business investment another day. His fur blew in the wind as he rode on the back of the foreign creature in the sky. The sun had begun to set, and the orange hue seemed to fascinate this being he was riding on. 

He licked the back of the creature's head, which had a metallic taste on his tastebuds and immediately, the creature flew down into a city area, more specifically, a park. 

It surrounded itself with buildings, trees, a large pond. Humans sat on cloths and ran though the fielded area. High-speed machines of the humans raced in the street although, many chose to walk around this part. A particular human who smelled of the substance that humans often put in their machines to power them up, sat on a nearby bench. 

When they landed, the coyote nodded in the direction of the human on the bench to the strange being. 

"I see, it's that smell. The aroma is better once you gain closeness to it. Are you coming with me, being of this planet?"

The coyote looked at the creature again, signaling no sign of anything.

"Very well. Yulop shall guide you well," they said, "Often in my planet, you only see another Yalinian once in a lifetime. It's a saying we say, knowing that you will be led by the Supreme Ruler of our Universe,"

The being walked off and sat next to that other human. He made a mental note to follow that creature, even if it would prove difficult. He was a busy coyote, after all. 

***

After sifting through the city, roads and forests of the area, the coyote finally arrived at his underground den. Other coyotes sniffed around his home and had only ever found the aboveground location. He peed a trail of two miles to throw their sense of direction off. Even he understood the jealousy that permitted from his own kind. 

The coyote submerged to his underground lair, by way of a coyote-made elevator. He pulled a lever and sunk to the 10th floor of what could only be described as a mansion. He stopped the machine, wiped his paws on the placemat and walked across the marble floor. Humans had intelligent design, often he modeled his home renovations of the architecture of them. 

Large, white marble pillars held the roof in place. Gold-trimmed paintings filled the walls. Sculptures and statues were placed sporadically across the open walkway. At the end of the hallway, a lone room stood at the end. He pushed it open with his nose and sat on his polyester mat. Animal on animal crime, no matter how foolish they had become, was never acceptable. 

Bookshelves covered the room and filled itself with books in a myriad of languages, categories and genres. A wall in the middle of the room had photos, articles, assortments of cloth and fabric webbed together with red string connecting all of them in a network of congruence. 

The coyote poked his nose at one of the books on his shelf and plopped it open as it thudded to the ground. He had been reading it lately and had found himself quite entertained. 

Tonight, he read. Tomorrow, another day of being a coyote. 

He never wandered, but coyotes did roam across the Universe. 

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