Broken Antler Fen Little slice of heaven

Due to his most recent encounter, Draper was a little more on edge than he normally would have been. The scrap he'd gotten himself into just days before was still on his mind, and he had a brief flashback of those vacant, dead eyes. It still gave him the creeps. Not only that, but he was still healing from the wounds she'd given him. His ear was torn, his leg was still sore, and the top of his muzzle still stung whenever he licked it.

Even though that encounter had gone as terribly as it possibly could have (sans his death), he did not want to become one of those wolf-hating coyotes. She was just one wolf. Just as he was just one coyote. So when he was approached by a bright young chap, Draper did his best to settle his nerves, although he couldn't help but notice this wolf had a similar coloration to the last one. No pink nose, though, so maybe that was what had caused the other one to be so... whatever she was.

Never met a coyote before? Draper asked, cocking his head to one side. Also, you're kinda in my home, so it would be much appreciated if you could leave.