Blackfeather Woods Fog comes in on little cat feet

Quiet froze at the sound of fast approaching pause. Her head cocked, triangulating the sound and hypothesizing the nature of the owner. It was most likely a wolf from the weight and softness, but why was this wolf running? As she turned her head towards the sound she gaped as a black and white male crashed into her.

The little coywolfdog tumbled over - her weight was vastly outmatched by the larger pureblood - but quickly regained her footing, her mouth bared in a slight snarl which quickly faded as the wolf explained itself. Quiet huffed, a rush of hot air exited her nose quickly. She stared at him, her mismatched eyes piercing as she observed the wolf - he lacked the red pawmark on his shoulder. Why didn't everyone have it?