Hushed Willows Juramentum

Novas entire demeanor flipped when the coywolf gave up his ruse. She smiled and, tail wagging, dipped her head.
         "I appreciate your apologies. I just don't tolerate FAKE, not when I try to be real."
She chatted with Waebone while they waited, but the conversation was soon picked up when Warbone asked for a story. She lied down across from her meal, rolling one of the rabbits towards her and sniffing at it. Satisfied, she turned her ghostly eyes to the pair, warm and motherly.
                        "What story do you wish for? Give me a topic and I'm sure I can find a memory around in this head of mine to fit it." 
She ripped a bite from the hare, only now that she had food at her paws did her belly rumble.