Camaraderie

The forest was dark and quiet, as was expected in the middle of the night. The cries of the terrified encampment of men were muffled and silenced; Coyote's gifts wouldn't last even if their effect would persist. Cunning Fool had intended on regrouping with his new friend with his old one in tow, but the fox didn't reveal himself. Rather than push the issue, Cunning Fool drew himself inward and decided to contemplate this.

And so they trekked through the forest, Cunning Fool quiet. The bird atop his head didn't have much to add to the conversation so it was silent, just a strange image of a coyote walking with a bird along the the ride. It went that way for some time before they came across a small clearing.

"Keth, I believe you are gaining weight. Perhaps a bit of a flight will do you well for now? We'll wait here for you, but take your time." His tone was soft, not implicitly demanding but his request was decidedly not one. The bird said nothing, pecking once at his head and fluttering off.

Once the sound of flapping wings had trailed off, Cunning Fool looked into the trees and observed them lazily.

"You can come down now. I'm not sure why the feathered one puts you off so much, but you won't learn anything simply watching from afar." He paused, nodding to himself and set his head down on the soft ground, hoping that would be enough to draw his newly-met friend down for conversation.