Lost Creek Hollow stonefire

Tyler: Why are there crumbs on the dog's head...?
Me: ...
Me: I might be using him as a napkin.

Although she knew Shardul would swoop in and execute any wolf that approached swiftly and without prejudice, the sound of a low growl nonetheless caused Reggie's blood to run cold. Grunting, she crooked her single foreleg and pushed, slowly rising back onto all threes. Dust and detritus clung to her damp fur but the coyote did not take the time to shake it off. She pivoted, carefully, and combed her surroundings until she spotted the wolf a few dozen yards away.

He looked similar to her Khal of yore, right down to his burning amber eyes. Reggie stared at him for a beat, then made a point to hobble a few steps. Truthfully, she was getting good at walking on her three legs. But Reggie made it appear as if she was more handicapped than she really was in the hope that the wolf would come closer to investigate.