It was warm here. Warm was always nice. A bit hotter than some of his regular haunts back home, but the sand still felt lovely against his fur. He rolled over, turning his stomach up to the sun and considered that it might be time to travel on. Head north toward his eventual destination, though the meandering path he'd taken had been a great deal of fun.
The big island of Australia had been a blast and a half, even if it was full of things that kept trying to bite him. Including some very pretty Sheilas at a bar one night. And the trail across Africa had been very enlightening. There were some extremely interesting gods on that continent. Plus they loved stories and storytellers. He'd actually ended up staying a bit longer in the grasslands than he'd anticipated before he started his way up along the Nile. But when he got to the coast, he'd have to go find a boat so he could get to Greece and see his Golden Girl. Wouldn't Artemis be surprised? But she'd all but extended an engraved invitation. You didn't warn somebody off with threats of death and dismemberment unless you were trying to get a rise out of them. And she certainly got a rise out of him. Every single time.
He let out a happy little sigh just thinking of the lithe Greek goddess. As he did so, he caught a whiff of something... yummy. Coyote took another breath, this time specifically trying to pick up the scents in the air. Sand. Lizard. Canine. Succulents. And tuna. The tune from that silly PBS show played in his head: Which of these things is not like the others, which of these things just doesn't belong? Something not native to the desert was sitting out there. Why?
He flipped himself over onto his belly again, looking with his eyes as well as his ears and his nose. He could see so many things with so many senses. And what he saw was a paper bag. Full of tuna. Just sitting right out there in the open, like the trap it was.
Who had put it there? Try as he might, he couldn't smell a human anywhere near the area, so just what exactly was going on? Who had set the trap, and who were they trying to catch? Well. There was only one way to tell. And besides, he was feeling a bit peckish.
Putting his front paws out in front of him while lifting his hindquarters, Coyote gave a languorous stretch of his spine. Accompanied by an utterly bored yawn. Nonchalance was always a good starting tactic. Then he very casually-- like he had no concern in the world and didn't think anybody was watching-- strolled right over to the bag. With a quick rip, he was rapidly snarfing up tuna in short order.