The park, early Tuesday evening

[makestheworld]

The Breeze blew in -- wait, no, wrong book

A raven swooped down to perch on the back of a bench and settled there for a moment, ruffling its feathers and stretching its wings as though it'd just flown a long distance.

Which it had. From Montana, even.

Then the raven opened its mouth and seemed to expand, feathers riding up on suddenly featherless fingers, pulling back and turning red as its legs grew into human legs and its beak shrank into a human nose.

And then there was a young man in black buckskin with red feather trim crouching on the back of the bench. He hopped forward and slouched down, surveying his surroundings and wishing for a cigarette.

Coyote had arrived.

[ooc: it's a park. Kinda open by definition.]

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[makestheworld]

Coyote had no issue with bad smells -- though more often than not, he was the one responsible for them. He leaned forward with an almost absurd flexibility and peered under the bench.

"Don't see what?"

[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

"Animals turnin' into people. It's not natural."

The little grey dog yawned, crawled out from under the bench, and scratched his ear. "Incident'ly, yer got any food on ya?"

[makestheworld]

"I'm completely natural," Coyote objected. "I could turn back into an animal, if you like." He patted down his nonexistent pockets. "I don't have food. Do you have a cigarette?"

[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

Gaspode cocked his head and raised an eyebrow. "Oh, yes, I've got LOADS of cigarettes, I do. Heh. Even IF I fort carrying around something burning in my mouf was a good idea, how exactly would I roll one?"

[makestheworld]

Coyote nodded. It made sense, Gaspode didn't have pockets.

"I tried to learn how to roll cigarettes, once. My brother had to bring me back to life."

[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

"Yuh huh. I'm gonna just sit here and pretend that made sense."

[makestheworld]

"Never try to cut yourself a pocket," Coyote advised sagely.

[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

Gaspode stared at Coyote. "Oh, fanks, yes, I'll remember to never deliberately slice my skin open. I would never've fort of that if you hadn't said somethin'."

[makestheworld]

Sarcasm, it seemed, was lost on Coyote. "You're welcome."