Sequoia Coast Purple

The coyote nodded with a smirk on her face. "I see...You are a pack wolf by blood then, yes?" She was playfully teasing her brethren, as she new the masked woman was not. The smile grew even larger as she thought about it. "Because I have only met the wolf who has said such things. Us hybrids, we're different, right? Or are we not? We are both equal, but have different instinct, different behavior. We are better than to snarl like mutts over beaches that are not truly ours, yes friend? Not that you are snarling, no you're not a wolf. Not at all. You are a witch. A witch of the sea,yes." Her thoughts were clear, along with her words. they were not spoken wryly, but rather in a curious way, as she was truly curious on the matter.