Hoshor Plains I've Chosen My Side

He grinned in satisfaction at her answer. "I was the result of my mother being forced upon. Several months after our birth, when we believed we could be safe, my 'father' came." He said the word 'father' with distaste and hatred. "I was the only one who survived, because he wanted to raise me to be like him." His ears drooped at those memories. "How I longed to be back with my family. I was naive at the time. Until I saw him do it again..." A grin appeared, his ears perking up once more. "That was the last straw...How I savored my revenge" he added, a glint of sadistic satisfaction in his eyes. 

"She still lives, that coyote. But she never thanked me, for I never sought her out. Thanks to this appearance, this curse I was born with, she wouldn't even see me as one of us. But you, you are different, I assume? You do not run. Why?" He asked, overcome with a sudden hopeful curiosity. His expression went back to friendly. He wished to know why this one did not fear him. Why she believed him right away. It made him feel happy that she did not run.