“I don’t believe this is a good idea Lion,” stated Bear.
“It is the only way,” she responded.
“He may not understand. He may not understand the reason, our intent.”
“Then you must help him to understand, when it is done.”
“How?” asked Bear?
“Talk to him. He trusts you. You know him.”
“But he will feel betrayed.”
“Yes. At first. But he will come to understand,” said Lion.
“I don’t know,” shaking his wide head, “I just don’t know.”
Coyote shuffled his paws, pulling at the back of the right front to remove something from the fur with his teeth. He did not look up, apparently uninterested in the conversation.
Bear said, “Coyote?”
Coyote paused, hesitated, and then looked up, “No amigos, es not for me to say. I will bring him to you. Si, es what I will do. No mas.”
Bear shook his head again, frustrated with Coyote’s response.
None of the three said anything for some time. A small but heavy cloud momentarily blocked the sun and the temperature fell. A breeze shook the cottonwood leaves, a coordinated ensemble sustained for just a few moments. The smell of looming rainfall touched each of them.
Bear was the first to speak again, “Ok. It is the only way. And when it is done, I will be there.” He stopped, looked to Coyote and Lion, to the cloud overhead which would soon give way to the heat of the sun, and concluded, “I just wish there was another way.”
Coyote was alert again, looking up from the back of his paw, “Muy bien amigos. I go now?”
Lion responded, “Always eager for the chase, aren’t you?”
Coyote did not respond, but stood, stretched, and without a word, trotted down the trail, in the direction of the meadow and cabin.
“Now, we wait,” said Bear.