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

His words were not dismissed; she considered them. He was patient, reserved, and afforded all the time she wished to take to think on them. When she spoke, his eyes slightly narrowed. "Smaller, yes, but we are not weaker." He assumed her argument was the same he had heard time and time again, that the larger predator was stronger simply because of their size, that like the coyote who existed beneath them, the coywolf could not match them. Nonetheless, he asked for her reasoning. "Why do you believe we are weaker?" He settled to his haunches once more, his wild-furred tail curling around him.