Meadowlark Prairie Lioness eye

The two stood along side each other, sniffing. Pallas felt her hackles rise slightly along her spine and tail. This wolf smelled like no wolf she had ever seen, or coyote. She had no earthly idea what it was. She jerked her head back abruptly as the not-wolf-or-coyote spoke and her brown eyes narrowed. This not-anything-she-knew was strange indeed, smaller than her with a shorter muzzle and longer limbs. Pallas was suspicious and the compliment did nothing to ease her doubt. "You're a weird looking wolf."