Broken Antler Fen Little slice of heaven

"I mean, if you were a dick about it, sure," Penn answered promptly, shrugging. He hadn't really been raised to hate coyotes. Be wary of them, sure. But to attack and kill them on sight or any of the nonsense this coyote expected of him? No. And if he had been taught that, he certainly hadn't paid any attention. To him, anyone was welcome as long as they weren't total douchebags. 

Speaking of douchebags.

"If you were actin' all pissy and butthurt like this, then yeah, probably we would," Penn answered with a shrug, still feeling far too cocky to recognize he was about to get his face bitten, "But if you came at us like, I don't know, a friendly and inquisitive stranger," he paused to give the coyote a meaningful glance, "Maybe you'd see some different results."