Otter Creek Nothing beats a good swim.

Lumar gave the male a friendly, yet mischievous smile.  “A blindside means that we would corrupt them, without them even suspecting anything at all.  That could teach the wolf packs here, that we are strong and will not be led to destruction by their rule.”  Lumar explained with her foreign French slur.  Then once more slipped into her partial lies.  “They already know who I am... but they don’t know who you are.  All you would have to do is join one of the packs and bring me information.  To find me all you would need to do is howl.  The packs will murder us all if we don’t take a stand soon.  You can help this cause.  Show them what we are made of.”  Lumar offered enticingly, with a glimmer in her eyes.

The young coyote then waited for the black and golden eyed male to respond.  Hopefully he bought it.  It would be lovely if the male did.  Everything was kind of starting to click into place.  So far she had one follower, in her cause which was great, maybe soon she would have two.  Then kinda let it go from there.  This was excellent.  Just perfect.  The French coyote felt brighter about what the future would bring, than she had been in a long time.