Silvertip Mountain And if love keeps giving me lemons

Draper's face contorted into a "no shit" expression when she mentioned that was rude. When she trailed off, he was set off.

You thought normally we pick the fights? Somebody 'round here seems to have put that notion in your head. Why would a coyote pick a fight with a wolf? We're at a disadvantage. We like the scraps you leave behind. We're on the same fuckin' team, and y'all just go around pretending like all we want to do is murder your children. I'll have you know, I've not murdered a single wolf cub, but I can guarantee that's the only thing you lot think of me.

How was she so clueless? How were they all so clueless? Draper knew that talking would do no good. Why would it? He huffed, the forced, steamy air swirling around his muzzle a moment before it dissipated.