Cerulean Cape there ain't no second chance against the thing with forty eyes

She snorted at his words, and he twitched his tail as his eyes flicked to the creases that formed on her muzzle. But he was not nbothered by her doubt, for he expected no less. He remained quiet, patient, while she considered what had been said. She could have left, as he would have done should he decide someone was not worth talking to. But she remained, and though skeptical still, she provided room for explanation.

Since his invitation to draw nearer had not been taken, he rose to his paws and took only as many steps as was necessary to bring them to within a more comfortable, conversational range. "I believe coywolves should come together," he elaborated, his eyes ever watchful of her face. "That there should be more of us. I believe we are better than the wolf and the coyote, that we are the start of a new species, one more powerful, one more fit for the top of the food chain." He stopped, and waited.