Abiram padded softly up the hillside, winding his way around trees and bushes; luxuriating in the moist green scents. Coyote wouldn't believe the scents; if he were here.

Maybe he could link with the elder spirit and allow it the use of his nose? No; he remembered now, Coyote had told several tales of when the desert around Tulsa had been green and fertile; no need to show him something he knew about. Though the temptation to link with the faint sense of being in the west; to allow his mentor to check the wards Abiram had renewed last night was great. Or perhaps he should link with the much stronger and nearer presence; introduce himself to Isis; or rather re-introduce himself...he had some recollection of her guiding him during his kittenhood.