Phoenix Maplewood Knife in the Ocean

Saena felt a brief flash of satisfaction as she connected with something, but her senses returned to her in time to keep her from crushing whatever part of Reek's body she'd briefly grabbed hold of. Instead, she used her momentum to push him, sending him sprawling and stumbling backward herself. The shock of it kept her still long enough for the pair of coyote pups to hide themselves.

With a shake of her head, the alpha female growled and lifted her stance higher. "What the hell's this?" she demanded, fixing a seething glare on her mate. Reek might've done the right thing by the coyote pups but he'd done the wrong thing by his wife by bringing them here, if that's truly what happened. Saena's stance on coyotes mirrored that of many wolves: they were competitors. Thieves. Mongrels that were easier dealt with through force than diplomacy. A coyote was wily and would do whatever was necessary to get a meal out of a wolf, or so her prejudiced view went. Even young ones were a blight.

So she found it hard to believe that Reek, a wolf who was typically more selfish than not, would be willing to give their resources to a pair of thieving little brats that would only grow up to compete with and steal from his eventual offspring. For that reason she doubted that was why he brought them here, and hoped she was right... but if not that, then why had he defended them?