He stands on gaurd, tense and alert. His ears sift the wind for the smallest sounds, his nostrils flare to catch the scent of trouble. Suddenly he whirls and sees you standing there. As he brings his spears to bear, his eyes widen...

"Who the heck are YOU?"

Just a random coyote I doodled in February, in a digitigrade mood. I like this picture because it has some of the best fluff I've yet sketched.