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Chapter Three

Everything seemed to stop once the guard shot a blast of ice. The wing beats, the clouds moving, the birds chirping, they all stopped. Coyote wasn't going to get out of this, he wasn't going to survive. He just wanted to know his daughter would be okay. Then, he'd rest in peace. But he didn't know if she would be okay. The ice hit his back. It spread, spread, spread, and finally stopped. It surrounded all but the tip of his tail, his stomach, and most of his wings. He came crashing down to the ground with a large thud.

" There's no way he'll survive that. We'll leave the bat brain here to die. " A guard spoke.

No other voice came, only wingbeats. Luckily, they were getting quieter. Coyote's lungs were filled with ice cold air whenever he took a breath, and his stomach couldn't expand, meaning he could only take small breaths. He tried to stay calm, that was the only way he could survive. But, no. His lungs were too empty and too cold. He tried to take deeper breaths but couldn't, he was freezing. He closed his eyes shut, and took another breath. He tried to exhale it, but he was scared. His body wouldn't move.

He lashed the tip of his tail, his head, anything and everything that wasn't encased in ice, hoping, praying it would do something. Nothing cracked, but he didn't give up. That was a mistake. His shaking got sloppy, and his eyes relaxed. Finally, his neck fell and rested on the ice. He was dead.

Much had happened over the time he was dead, but what?

He woke underground, he was buried. But... He was alive?... Alive! He was alive! He smiled, and tried to laugh from glee, but he took a mouthful of dirt. He spat it out and began to use his legs to push him upward. Something felt different, he was colder. Sure, he had been underground for who knows how long, but it was strange.

Once he'd finally reached the top, it was night. He took in a large breath, and looked around. Only... It was all dark. Was he blinded?! And he couldn't hear, either. He tried to call out, but he made no noise. He couldn't feel his voice in his throat, it was odd.

He stood perfectly still, frightened. What had happened to him? Suddenly, he felt something brush against his leg. It was furry, but not soft. It seemed big enough to be a wolf.

" A WOLF?! Why did it have to be a wolf?! " He thought.

He could've easily fought back, and he would've. But he was too scared and didn't know how weak this form was. Besides, he had just felt more. Perhaps they thought he was a statue? What if they find out he isn'ta statue? When will they find out? He didn't want to know the answer to those questions. Despite not knowing anything about his surroundings, he ran. He raised his wings, and tried to flap himself into the air, but it didn't work. Why? He didn't have time to question himself, he kept running. He could feel the brisk air, and he could sometimes feel a small bite at his back legs, but he kicked them away. He ran, until he ran head first into a tree. He shook his head and regardless of the pain, continued to run. He ran more, and he felt strong and sharp jaws cling to the weak spot on his tail. He yelped in pain, except with no sound.

He turned around and used fire on it, at least he still had that. He burnt his tail accidentally, but he didn't notice. How did he not feel the pain? Finally, he felt something other than grass underneath his feet. He felt stone. He slowed, being cautious. Then, he felt nothing. He had stepped on air, meaning he almost fell into a ravine. He scrambled back, and knew the wolves were close behind him. He backed up seven steps, and ran. Faster than he thought he ever could. He leaped, and in the middle of the jump, he began to doubt himself. Nonetheless, he made it! He panted, being exhausted from the run. He stood on the other side of the ravine for a couple of minutes. The wolves had already left. It was just him and his thoughts, until it wasn't.
An icewing came from the forest, covered in leaves.

" Stupid leaves, stupid guards, stupid Pyrrhia! " He mumbled, picking the leaves off.

Once the IceWing had finished, he looked up at the BoneWing.

" Woah! Look at you! You're awesome! " He said.

When Coyote didn't react, he spoke again.

" Helloo? Are you a ghost or something? " He asked, chuckling.

He wasn't that far off, he wasn't a ghost, but he was dead. The IceWing began to walk to Coyote. He reacted to his steps, he turned to him and growled.

" Can you not hear me? " He asked. " Hold on, let me get closer to you. " He added, walking to Coyote.

Coyote jumped back in surprise at the sudden steps, vibrations through the Earth.

" Huh. " He said. " I'm just gonna get you to come with me. " He said, walking to Coyote and holding his wing. He flinched at the sudden touch, but soon relaxed, knowing that if the IceWing wanted to hurt him, he would've. He took him through grass, then through a forest. Finally, to a cave.

He set Coyote up with straw bedding and left, leaving Coyote alone in his cave. He was confused, why would a stranger do so much for him? He came back very soon and had a fox corpse in his jaws. He brought it to Coyote and took his foot in his, making him feel the fox. When he felt the fox, the IceWing would tap the ground a number of times and it would vary on aggressiveness. Finally, Coyote realized he was trying to make a way for them to communicate. But, why fox? The IceWing took Coyote's foot once more and touched it to his chest. It was cold, being an IceWing. He tapped the ground again. That must've meant 'me' and the amount he tapped the ground when he touched the fox meant 'fox'. He was making a language!

" Me fox. " It translated to.

That meaning, the IceWing that took Coyote in was named Fox.