Wapun Meadow the nasty words of a hateful song

Upon further inspection, the raven furred coyote appears to be smaller wolf. Unaware of the coyote that taints his blood just as dog taints his own, his golden eyes rake down the others form unable to place what he could be mixed with or if he is just wolf. 

Most curiously, as he approaches closer and closer, a single fiery eye graces his own form. Then the spreading of lips to reveal fine, sharp canines. The other indents their head in a type of greeting, they’re aura is mysterious yet alluring and Donovan cocks his own massive head at the invitation. The intense gaze of the coy is upon him and seems to shift along his muscled form. Donovan, intrigued, cannot help but follow. His maw revealing his own pearly whites in a devilishly interested smirk. With this, he trails after the coy wolf.