Wapun Meadow a hellish glow of hot orange

The striking coyote paused in his quenching and turned leafy green optics to rest on Tadec. The proximity would have made anyone nervous, and so the spindly thief was not surprised when the other's lips peeled to reveal a row of teeth and curved canines. The half-breed shuddered against the glint, but held his ground. His limbs held him fast to the earth as he lifted his tail and twitched the tip to relieve any unease the other male might have conjured. Tadec was not to be feared and he did not wish to steal from this creature; he only wanted to admire.