Yellowstone Coyote
With ancient instincts of basic survival and cunning on its side the timid Coyote lies in wait for any sign of movement on the plain. Camouflaged in the autumns golden grasses and slyly surveying his surrounds it scents the air for trespass, ears pricked for each and every sound.
Wiley and brisk he goes about his day, wisely judging every move in advance, there is little room for error in the wild and survival is always the flavour of the day.
