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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[woofbloodywoof.livejournal.com]

A voice wafted out from under the bench, along with an awful smell. "Huh. You don't see that every day."

[firebringerborn.livejournal.com]

Jan was enjoying a canter around town after finishing his first day at work, and was running through the park when he caught an unfamiliar scent.

He slowed to a trot, then stopped near the bench, ears flicking, peering at the young man curiously. "Hello," he ventured.