Silvertip Mountain And if love keeps giving me lemons

Draper scoffed at the accusation turned back on him. As if he had friends at all, let alone ones that might be anywhere nearby. Not that he was proud of that, but coyotes did tend to be less pack-driven than wolves. Her next statement was all kinds of contradictory, which at least led him to believe that she was outright lying now. If she'd never hurt a soul, then how could she simultaneously be an expert fighter? The answer, at least in Draper's mind, was that she couldn't.

This put him at ease, at least to some degree, and he didn't move toward her or attempt to squeeze around her. Still, he was wary, as he'd always been, being in the presence of a creature who had historically attacked him on sight. Draper wasn't about to take his eyes off her, but at least she was less of a threat now.

Well then, go on back down the mountain, he said, pointing to the path with his pointed muzzle. But I'm following right behind you. I don't want to be stuck up here in case you do have buddies who are coming to check on you.