Duck Lake winding roads are winding down.

"Oh, well done." An agitated voice sounded behind Rahzie. Too defeated to bother being surprised to her feet, all she did was whip her head around with a sharp glare towards the offending source. "Not only did you manage to catch thin air, you've made it pretty apparent that's all I'll be getting here to." Rahzie narrowed her eyes even further at the newcomer, considering how to respond. Her back was to him, but she was not intimidated, trusting that she could jump to her feet faster than he could get to her. Plus, he didn't really look like a full-blooded wolf. In fact, he looked a little strange - like some sort of hybrid, like herself. Except he obviously wasn't coyote. She would know if he was part coyote.

"Like you could have done any better," Rahzie growled under her breath, though she was sure to be loud enough that he could hear her still. The coywolf, when frustrated with herself, was not uncommonly found taking her annoyance out on others in the form of sass. She clicked her teeth in his direction, before turning her eyes back to the lake, making sure to keep him in her peripheral vision. The coywolf crossed her front paws, making an obvious show of how un-intimidated she was, even though she was obviously smaller than him. "You're not a full-blooded wolf, are ya?" She asked bluntly, more a statement than a question. She wasn't ashamed of her hybrid heritage, so she didn't even consider that it could be a sensitive subject for others.