Sleepy Fox Hollow golden threads of the craftsman's loom

Ah, so this was a hunter in the making, it seemed. Ginsberg understood better knowing that the coywolf had been seeking the hare and had only just missed out on her claim. The dark creature wondered if there was a chance that the stranger was seeking to catch both of them instead of only one. It would have been an intelligent thing if this other was struggling to find prey. Gin knew very little about the creature with pointed features and a shimmering golden coat. She knew only that the coywolf was incredibly friendly and seemed to be an eager individual. As much as she wanted to turn the peppy thing away, she felt as though it would have been just rude enough to warrant the snap of teeth and she wasn't in the mood for fighting with the locals.

“Ginsberg,” she answered to the inquiry that had been posed. “You live around here?” she then returned with a canting of her skull to the left. She could scent the aroma of pack life on the other wolf, but she knew that she did not rest within claimed territory. There was a chance that Coelho was searching for food for the others she resided with. Gin wondered just how close she was to the land that was marked by a pack.