Shadow Mountain Rockclimbing fiend

Pluto gave the younger canine a side glance as he spoke of never hearing any stories about coyotes, which was honestly quite surprising. Weren't most pups warned about going too far out of the den lest be swiped up by some hungry coyote jaws? Or maybe wolves in these lands were just too dumb or too concerned about their pups being frightened to tell them so. Hm. This land really was different. Ishi then inquired if Pluto could tell him one of these fabled tales, and the thin coyote dramatically cleared his throat before beginning. "Once there was a mother and her pups. The mother went out to catch a hare. When she came back, she saw that the coyotes had eaten her newborns. The end." Pluto barked, dark eyes settled on the ivory wolf before slightly snorting, flicking his tailtip from side to side. "I'm pretty sure that one is true, actually. Father always had a taste for young pups. He said that you just needed to wait until the mother was gone and...snap!" Pluto rambled, ending off his statement by sharply clicking his jaws together and baring his yellowed fangs.

The small male then chuckled, rotating his body so that he could naturally face off the small wolf without having to constantly crane his neck to the side uncomfortably. Pluto chuckled slightly, the story was always a silly one in his eyes. I mean, what mother expected her pups to be safe in Wildberry Plains? Coyotes were everywhere down there, their numbers even rivaled wolves'! Maybe that was why there were more stories about blood thirsty, rat bastard coyotes down there instead of up here. Pluto had hardly caught the scent of any coyotes around these parts. Part of him was disappointed, while the other half was thrilled. He had all this territory to himself, with no other coyotes to compete with. Perhaps he could sometimes grow lonely, but that feeling always faded.