Haunted Wood success is not given it is taken

The corners of his mouth lifted as she detailed what she believed herself to be, and his head dipped in a single nod when she had finished. "That is how I think about my species," he said. "That we are not both wolf and coyote, though I have both mixed into me. We are our own kind." His species took what made the coyote so successful, and blended it with the power and social cunning of a wolf. Not mere mixes, but a new predator entirely. Their advantages were many, and their weaknesses few. They were poised to conquer, and he was here to lead the charge.

"Anything else, little Fox?"

He had work to do.