Blacktail Deer Plateau A Taste for Deer

Macawi sighed, even as she rolled away from the wolf's attack for the second time. This one would never learn. That she knew for sure. The wound along the side of her nose stung, and she was growing bored of this easy fight and angry at this male's insolence. "Did your mother never teach you proper manners?" she asked incredulously. "That is no way to speak to a lady!"

Macawi sighed again. "Besides, ignorant one, in case Wolf hasn't noticed, Coyote is not inside his territory anymore. So he has no right to keep attacking. She has done what he wanted, has she not. Can we not be friends now? Perhaps in exchange for teaching Wolf how to prance, Wolf will teach Coyote how to be stubborn and angry, yes?"