Silvertip Mountain And if love keeps giving me lemons

There was something uneasy about Maia's presence, though Draper could not quite place it. Upon reflection, days later, he would realize that the strangeness was that she was actually somewhat kind to him in comparison to the myriad of wolves he had met in his lifetime. The coyote allowed himself to relax, only a little, and he flicked an ear in her direction at the question. Hiding out, he replied. Some asshole wolf attacked me on sight. Maybe the boy had thought he was somebody else. More than likely, though, he was simply a coyote-hater.