Hoshor Plains A Convincing Act

She had a frown upon her face, one he thought was out of perhaps confusion for why he would ask. Which was far from the true reason. He nodded to her question in response. "I have been looking for some others to stick with" he said, no matter how bad those words tasted in his mouth. He hated wolves with a passion, though sometimes he had to get close to get rid of them. Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer.

"So, is that a yes?" he asked curiously. That small part came up again. The wolf in him, feeling comfort. But, just like always, the coyote inside beat it back with the combined strength of his hate. None of his feelings showed on the outside. And when he killed someone, he let it all out.