Precarious Situation

Despite being very tired and wanting to go lay down somewhere, Macawi dropped her guard a little once she established that the black wolf was not going to harm her.

"And you are Macawi, quarter-blood wolf, three-quarters coyote, no?" the she-wolf asked.

"No," Macawi replied dryly, cracking a bit of a grin. She laughed. "Yes, this is true. Macawi is Macawi, a quarter wolf on her grandfather's side, and coyote otherwise. What does Wolf want with her? Come to sling insults like your ignorant alpha, or is this one perhaps a bit more intelligent, less racist? Hmm?"