Excerpt:

"Other's Child closed her eyes and opened them again. Coyote was sitting in front of the fire, its light turning his coat red-gold.
'If you human people are going to keep making rules about what you can and can't do,' he said, 'you are going to have to think further ahead. I have more sense than to make rules.'
'That's all very well,' Others' Child said crossly. 'You have no morals.'
'That is a fine way to talk to your father.'
'You are not my father!'
'How do you know?' Coyote inquired, grinning. 'All people are my children when they go into the wild places.'
He looked at her for a moment more, and then he was gone. She thought she saw the yellow eyes gleam behind the flames. Then they vanished, too."

Avon, 1996
ISBN 0-380-77649-9