Bearclaw Valley re:stacks

The way the creature spoke reminded him of a certain patchwork male, whose wicked face remained forever engraved in the male’s memory. Briefly, his lips turned upwards to make way for a silent snarl and his hackles began to rise, but a glance towards his companion had him relaxing back into a far less hostile demeanour. And then as the words settled in his head, he couldn’t mask the confusion that rose to the surface of his face. “What type of wolf would have sex with a coyote?” he blurted out, unable—and unwilling—to contain his disbelief. Was that a thing? Were there seriously wolves out there that bred with coyotes? He didn’t see the purpose of it, having met not a single coyote thus far that he didn’t find repulsive or bothersome.

At the revelation of a shared wolf in their lives, his eyes narrowed further. Was Indra one of such wolves? “How do you know Indra?” he asked, skeptical. “And why should I let you join? What can you give us?” He hadn’t yet decided whether or not to take the request to join seriously, but thought it best to hear what his pack could be missing out on if he did turn the small… thing away—if there was something for them to miss out on.