Jade Fern Grove We'll make a way

To have the eyes of another roaming over his body was not something that was new to him. Whether it be male or female, he’d discovered already that his looks were capable of drawing others in. Even with this realization, he’d yet to become vain, often having brushed it all off. He’d yet to verbally acknowledge the curious gazes of anyone, and the coyote was not a special case. He was still as she looked him over, ignoring the fact that she was doing so and focusing instead on why she was there. To her, the same sort of interest had not been extended, for his gaze remained glued to her face rather than taking an opportunity to further explore her figure.

When she spoke, he’d shot back with: “You’re a scavenger.” Having nothing to go off of other than stories about the smaller creatures, it wasn’t hard to lump them all into the same group. They were scavengers, lesser beings, and tended to cause more trouble than they did good. “This is my home,” was all he’d said in response to her question. He knew not of it’s name, nor did he care to learn it, for all that mattered was that it existed as a home for him and the others.