FINN
THE COYOTE
"Through Dangerous Oceans And Beaches, Ill Go Where Posiedon Wont Reach Us."
The Cold Grew. He Couldnt Help But Notice. His Ears Pinned Back As He Looked Around For Ares. He Could Hear Him, But With The Mess Of Cats Around It Was Hard To See The Crown. He Stood Up On His Hind Legs, Catching A Glimpse Of Him.
"Okay. Moss, Bedding, Feathers. Anything Warm."
He Dropped Back Down, Running To The Claw's Den, And Quickly Starting To Roll Up His Nest. A Mess Of Moss, Feathers, And Several Other Soft Things. He Quickly Balled Up The Nest And Ran With It Tight In His Teeth To The Keepers' Den. He Set It Down And Went Around Searching For Other Things That Could Keep The Tribe Warm.