Ravensblood Forest Don't let her love you

He had sought to avoid her, but it seemed the female had other ideas. He watched disinterestedly from the corner of his eye as she lightly danced forward then out of sight behind him, and the man made to quicken his pace to continue his hunt. That was until there was an unexpected nip on his backside. Gristle quickly let out an embarrassing yelp of surprise, dropping his hindquarters low in an instant and skittering around to face the stranger, confusion quickly turning to anger.

His jaws clicked once but, upon seeing the female, he reigned himself in and took a step back uncertainly. Well, she was not a looker, that was for sure. Neither was Gristle himself, really, but something about her caused him to think twice about attacking, and the male snorted with indecision, clearly put off.

He turned as a voice rang out, eyes settling on the slim form of another. It was a good thing for him that Gristle hadn't the murderous hate for coyotes that Wednesday had possessed, yet the stranger's long legs and slim profile that begged of coyote heritage caused his lip to raise slightly. He made no comment, instead disregarding the male and turning back to the first offender, growling lowly, wordlessly demanding an explanation.