Sequoia Coast %Sharp words and bloody paws

Lotus uses colors to describe her emotions 

Lotus felt yellow that day. She was in a good mood and loved the sensation of the cool sea breeze on her face. The scent of salt touched her nose and she breathed deeper.She was born in a valley, but birthed from the waves, and every bit of her knew this.

The pallid female trotted on, the blue sable on her coat was ruffled in the cool winds. She had been feeling fine, until her indigo eyes spotted it.A large tawny male, gazing down upon a rabbit.She watched as he crushed it underneath his body. She herd the snapping of bones with her disk-like white ears and grimaced in disgust. Even she, a coywolf, was more humane than that. She contemplated howling, but her ghostly voice would draw his attention quickly. She felt brown. Red:ANGRY.And Green: Disgusted. She leaped down from the rocks and ran, ran in a loop from the opposite direction he was facing. She was downwind, so her salty sea scent would most likely not catch the sleek male's attention. She hoped not at least, for it was unwanted.