Love me tender

"I did not choose it. It chose me." He stated. No creature chose their appearance or their gait, and though his stealth relied on the ghostliness of his stride it was also a practiced art that made his hunting and concealment all the more effective. It was a tool for survival, not a means to cast a certain aura. However, the coywolf knew how to work with what he had been given, to use any advantage that may present itself.

She stepped back and in the same moment he took a step forward to reclaim the space she had placed between them. His mouth was curved upward in a fiendish smile. As ever, his dark eyes held her own while his tail swayed idly.