Character Stories for How Coyote Stole Fire

I am Coyote.  My instincts are to distrust Humans.  But, one day while I was out I heard Humans singing a sad song because of ones who did not survive, both old and young, the winter blizzard.  I have no need for warmth; my fur keeps me warm.  Humans need warmth to survive.  I am also considered a Trickster because of the tricks I play on others.  I used to have golden fur from head to tail.  I stole a fiery branch from the Fire Beings.  As I ran away, one of them caught the end of my tail.  All Coyotes now have a white tail-tip because of the sizzling grip of the Fire Being.