Painting this coyote in our neighborhood made me remember my many Coyote stories!
When we lived on the farm, there were MANY nights I would call the kids outside to listen to a yipping pack pass by in the pasture....sometimes there would be a pack over "here" yipping across to a pack over "there"....but as development loomed closer to us, there were fewer coyotes around.
A particularly memorable encounter was a few years ago driving through Arizona. It was near Prescott on a big open, divided highway and I noticed a couple of little puppies crossing the road. The brakelights went on, and I saw that they had followed the mama Coyote across to the center. Driving slowly past, I noticed the VERY agitated mother looking back across where she'd come from, and there was one pup afraid to cross....I circled around to watch, fearing the worst, because this little pack blended in with the surroundings so well.....Though I drove by slowly, there was no change: the mom and babies on one side, calling to the lone pup on the other....it crushed my heart, and I had to leave, but, believe me, I prayed for that little group of coyotes!