Kintla Flatlands Better for the worst

the she-wolf's gaze was cutting as she peered down her sharp muzzle at nishu. the keen glare of her yellow eyes filled with skepticism. the ushered throat clear the male issued forth only seemed to catalyze her doubt -- for a moment her oversized ears pivoted, seeking any detection of unwarranted sound about them.

"does that mean you are a little guy?" the coywolf spat, canting her head sideways in feigned curiosity. the flinty nature of the male before her made her remember why they had thrown him from their cliff all that time ago.