Fox's Glade Get nothing done

The young child didn't seem to know what to make of his words.
Confounded by them even. He chuckled softly, sidling up to the boy.
So, his father was a bastard and his mother...simple.
If she didn't take a pure wolf then surely it was probably a case of her being a whore.
He didn't say as much though, young boys were touchy about their family when they were still with them.

He hummed softly. Slightly amused.
"Well, yer fater has coyote in 'im. Where is he?" Probably back at the pack the mother. Or lurking around the corner ready to snap Earp up.