Blackfeather Woods feed me

His eyes darted to the movement of one-eye and quickly dodged away from him, moving into the vacated space. He didn't feel in danger now. His attention turned back to the stranger, who seemed familiar in some fashion. 
Perhaps it was the sharper than usual face, the gangly legs, and unnatural feel.
A demented coyote, dressed in wolf's skin.

He growled low, quietly threatening, staring hard at the stranger with a raised tail. Maegi didn't like her. His ears slicked back as his teeth bared, his tone not changing.
Sometimes, he felt bigger than what he was.