Shadow Mountain Rockclimbing fiend

Lonely? Well, that was an interesting question. Most of the time it wasn't brought up in conversations with the insensitive coyote, and he visibly seemed to think for a moment before finally just shrugging. "Yeah. Ya get used to it, though." Pluto barked, gaze not tearing itself from the beautiful view below. "Most wolves hate coyotes, and most of us feel the same. Haven't seen nor smelt many coyotes since comin' here, all wolves. I suppose talking to another coyote would be...pleasant? Or not, I'm not sure." He barked, shaking out his short, tufted pelt as he continued to think. His conversation skills were poor...and what else could he talk to a coyote about? They might have been the same species, but they could have totally different mindsets. "I guess I'm just fine with being lonely." He laughed, coming to a conclusion quite quickly.

After all, he didn't have to risk his rear end for others, worry for some other numbskull he had somehow grown attached to, or have to share his kills with another. Yeah, the loner life was actually sounding pretty good to him again. Loneliness was a simple side effect o such a lifestyle.