He arises from the great expanse of land known as Lamar Valley. Trudging through deep snow and winding through tortuous creek beds, he makes his way to the southern edge of the valley to join his kin. The winter weather has adorned him with a frosty bling… flakes of crystalline snow gather on his thick coat and coalesce and mingle on his muzzle as if attending a private social gathering. He will soon cross the road, built by humans but repurposed by our four-legged friend to aid in his weary winter travels. At the moment, he is the handsomest coyote to walk the valley.
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