Sheepeater Cliff disco party

Viggo knew that he would need to seek shelter sooner rather than later, and he did not need somebody else to tell him this. He blinked at the coyote, but made no mention of her insult to his intelligence. She was just as avoidant at answering questions, replying to his own with a question of her own concoction. Viggo furrowed his brow when she spoke, unable to comprehend exactly what she was getting at.

“I imagine you’d taste sweet,” he replied, “Though I don’t mean that in the eating you sense.” Just like his father, Viggo was a swarthy and suave gentleman, and he had a wide berth of tastes. Coyotes were not unknown to him, nor would he turn away such a spicy one. The Ostrega had a smidge of coyote blood in him as well, so he couldn't really judge those who were born of it.