Wapun Meadow Methodology

He barely slowed when he heard her coming. Yep, Peace was totally not a gentleman. He had zero idea if she was heading in his direction just by coincidence or if she actually wanted to talk or something. For a few moments, he dismissed her entirely, continuing on. Then, she called out to him.

For a brief moment it almost seemed like Peace might respond with something more befitting a standard reply, but of course that couldn't happen. He scowled. "You should eat more." Though he'd heard of coyotes, he hadn't had the opportunity to see one in the flesh -- he had figured they'd be significantly different somehow or other, anyway -- and as such pretty much assumed the hybrid female was a wolf like him, but one that for some reason had yet to grow into her ears. Oh yeah, and he also seemed to pretty much be lacking the brain-to-mouth filter that had likely developed in a lot of wolves his age. It wasn't like she could go tattle on him to his parents, anyway -- he said, she said! Ah, the lovely sounds of ignorance.

"Looking around, duh." Wasn't it obvious, he thought? "Gotta see where I'm staying and all that." There wasn't much else for him to do. He'd barely been learning to hunt when he left and was barely educated in brawling, and now with no assigned tutor he was left to his own devices -- pretty much meaning wandering pointlessly until someone stopped him or until he somehow managed to befriend someone to teach him. Thinking the other awkward canine was a fellow pup, he wasn't exactly expecting her to fulfill any of those roles.