Thunderbird

After the gauges went haywire, Kit was almost relieved when the thunderbird flapped into view, lightning sparking from his wings as he landed. At least the bike’s not broken, she thought.

He had been tricked by Coyote, he said, and needed to hide. He was confident the other spirits would realize Coyote’s lies; they always did, eventually. They decided he would crash on Kit’s spare couch in the meantime. Kit smiled as she felt the strong arms around her waist, his feather cloak and beaked hood bundled in the saddlebags; it was going to be an interesting ride after all.