The coyote cocked her head in confusion. She started to chase after the rabbit. The coyote got closer and closer to the rabbit. The rabbit turned. The rocks blocked him, and he could hop no further. The rabbit closed his eyes. He waited for the growl. The slash. The blood pooling around him. But when the coyote didn't try to kill the rabbit, the rabbit knew what the coyote wanted. It wanted a friend.