And in the shadows of some scrub, just outside Tulsa a particularly large and handsome specimen of coyote grinned to himself as he curled into a dusty hollow, his brush covering his nose. Despite the youngster's feline superiority and disdain for any type of Canid; Coyote would miss him. NOT just for the energy Coyote had been able to divert to his own purposes; though all the Powers knew that between the young familiar and his human partner Coyote had had more energy available then he'd had in generations. No, he had to admit, at least to himself, that Coyote would miss the curiousity, the seeking spirit, and the companionship offerred by the proximity of another familiar. Raven may have visited on occasion; but normally stayed far to the NorthWest. It would be many a year, Coyote knew, before two familiars could relax and hunt voles together in a moment of ease after a moonlit ceremony. But it was time, and past time for Abiram to take up his duties in earnest. Isis would be within his reach, and even Coyote could take the time to look in on the young cat occasionaly.