Honeyed Pasture blow high! blow low! and so sailed we

This guy talked kind of funny. It brought a smile to Marley's face as she turned her attention from the struggling coyote to the man above. The cyan eyes were the first thing she noticed, and then the scars. Tales of a hard life - she had a few of her own. They were certainly nothing to be ashamed of, and if she were honest, she almost always forgot that her own ear was folded over and that her fur didn't meet up all the way around the nape of her neck. 

           A laugh pulled from her when he referred to the bone as treasure, and then her mirth was switched to confusion at the latter statement. Do the honors? Did he want her to kill it?

           It wasn't that she was a bleeding heart or anything - she could kill things, to eat. But they wouldn't eat the coyote, and the sight of the back of its neck as it quivered beneath her made her realize just how much power she held over it. She didn't want to abuse that. So, decisively, she backed off and let the coyote sprint off into the field, and let out a soft sigh. 

            "Done," she announced, offering him a smile and hoping he wouldn't be too upset about letting the coyote go. "Have you been chasing him far? You smell like the ocean."