Must have been a coyote in here that sneaked off with your trousers, unless you have 'em on.
But the coyote took him by the neck of his deerskin shirt and dragged him a little.
Why should a coyote, who is the least of all wolves, hunt for himself when he can find a man to follow?
"It was of that first treading that the Skin talked," agreed the Coyote.
Like a coyote he would ...