Week 10 Storytelling: Coyote Secures Fire

The wolf lingered around the edge of the forest. His name was Cato. He could see the smoke rising above the camp, hear the laughter of the humans. It was this same group of humans that had attacked members of his family. Cato had to avenge his brother. The plan was simple. He, alongside the other animals of the forest, had determined what set the humans apart from all other animals. They were organized, yes. They took good care of their young, yes. They even hunted with weapons. But there was one thing that the humans possessed that the animals did not have - the red flower. Cato was originally confused by the red flower. The humans used it for warmth, for light, even for safety. But he had grown to hate it. He know that he must possess the red flower too if he were ever going to get revenge for his brother. He slowly circled the fringes of the camp, being careful to stay hidden among the trees. It was late, and all he had to do was wait for his opening. Suddenly, on...