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

the she-wolf's incredulity was slow to drain, despite her comrade's apt explanation. while she had spent the entire of her life covering her lineage, it seemed that the dark coywolf coveted it. her ears drew forward in a gesture of slight surprise, though the expression on her countenance had lost its fervor.

even stiill, it took her a minute to ponder his words. not for the absurdity of it, but for the potency of it. she had only small experiences with her kindred and none of them had been very pleasant -- as a whole coywolves were a thieving and tricky bunch, and she was not exactly a brilliant example of her subspecies. among other coywolves she fared poorly -- but among wolves, she flourished. "we're weaker and smaller than wolves." she intoned blandly, expecting some sort of defense from the male. she had never really given thought to a supreme rise, though the advent of chaos was enticing to her.