Silver Creek he is beloved and he is feared

Glu did not understand, but smiled nonetheless. His eyes glittered as he traced the markings on the male's fur, mischievous and intent in a way that many lacked. The coywolf seemed perplexed at the very situation that had been presented by the stalwart stranger. He canted his head just so to the left and furrowed his brows slightly. The citrine color of his gaze did not leave the features of the other male as he took another daring step closer.

“But what did he have that you wanted? And how did that result in this?”

The brazen devil gestured toward the blind optic with a smirk. His eyes finally pulled away from the sight of him and focused on a neutral location, somewhere near the brute's chest. Then, Gluskap waited eagerly to hear what the meaty creature would say, if anything, in regard to the sightless thing that only occupied space in his skull. As though it had struck him instantly instead of having simmered for a long time, the devil gaped his mouth slightly and perked up.

“Would you like me to remove it?”