Broken Antler Fen Little slice of heaven

Maybe, just maybe, wolves and coyotes were never meant to get along. Draper knew that there were hybrids out there, but he'd be damned if he'd ever seen a wolf and coyote be friendly enough to bone. Maybe it was different when hormones were involved. Not that he was thinking about that right now. The taste of blood trickled into his mouth, having caught the ear of his now-opponent. A split second later, Draper was smacked flat on the ground, the wind knocked out of him momentarily.