Lahlene moved nearer to Coyote trotting in single file at his heals. She noticed the paws turning up, the pads were big with big nails. How they came up rhythmically. “Just like anyone’s,” she told herself. She saw the frame moving under the coat. It was large and sturdy looking. He had a loose confidence in the way he trotted. Loose and powerful. She moved up on his flank. He glanced over with a grin. Conceited, too, she thought.