Kildeer Rest Winter's Kiss

Ravel had expected some sort of snide remark from the coyote about being a lone wolf. Maybe something along the lines hinting that she was unnatural, clearly didn't get along with others, or just that she was doing life wrong. Most wolves were drawn toward the life of a pack wolf, and many depended on it.  But not coyotes, and perhaps that was why the male before her didn't choose to pick on her life choices. In that instant, she felt herself cultivating a small spark of respect for the coyote- and if not that, then at least she felt they might share the same sort of vagrant spirit between the two of them. Perhaps she was more coyote than wolf at heart. 

With this thought playing on her mind, she found his next statement quite pleasing, and rewarded him with a sharp nod of her narrow muzzle. "Exactly," she said, knowing that the coyote understood the importance of going by one's own laws. It was strange, how in an instant she'd gone from wanting to annoy the coyote to simply wanting to spar with one...But Ravel had never really found one that had responded the same way she might have responded had she been the coyote harassed by a wolf. This guy wasn't so bad. 

She was quick to move toward him when he jumped to one side, and snapped her jaws in the air when he dodged instantly in the other direction, earning him a pleased chuff from the sterling-featured wolf. But for a wolf, Ravel was petite and close to the ground, and on the instant that she landed her pounce, she was able to rebound and though there was no way she could have made a grab for a tuft of fur on him, she lowered her head and aimed her shoulder at him, hoping her quick reaction could at least land her a good shoulder check.