My heart skipped a beat.
We had staked out the treeline and stayed put, glassing a meadow below where a group of cattle grazed in the fading light. This was one of the areas we had mapped as prime wolf operating ground. A natural vantage point above the valley, invisible from the meadow, overlooking open country where prey would have no idea anything was watching.
Then something caught my peripheral.
It was bounding and weaving through the trees about 50 feet to my left. A canid. Moving fast and low between the trunks. My heart rate spiked immediately.
I read the ears and the bounding gait and ran perpendicular, anticipating it would cross the forest floor and continue up the slope. For a moment I genuinely thought this could be a wolf scout working the edge of the herd.
It turned out to be a coyote. A large, curious one sweeping the area the same way we were. It only presented itself for a few seconds before disappearing further into the Lassen forest.