Whitefish River the coyotes sing when they call on your lovin'.

He nodded, looking at the female he was speaking to. On closer inspection, he noticed something about this female. She was small, but she clearly looked like an adult. Her build was wiry and lean, a runner's body. The wolf(?)'s pelt was an almost purple gray-brown. What interested him most was her ears, which looked suspiciously like a coyote's....

"Yes. From Silvertip Mountain." He gestured towards the mountain where his pack was residing....for now. The move would happen soon, right after they took care of business with Wheeling Gull Isle. "Are you from a pack as well, miss....?" He had an inkling that this was a coyote-wolf hybrid he was speaking to. He wondered what pack would accept a creature of her kind, if any pack. He wasn't sure if Jinx would allow any hybrid into their midsts, but she might surprise him one day.