Silvertip Mountain And if love keeps giving me lemons

Draper squinted at her assessment of his name. He had never heard it called "pretty," but then again, the conversations he had were usually about keeping the peace and not much more beyond that. The coyote still didn't trust her all the way, and she was being kind of weird, but he'd take that over aggression any day.

What? he said, not quite understanding the question at first.

No.

I mean, maybe they had, but Draper didn't remember any of them, and he wasn't particularly keen on sharing them even if he had remembered.

Why was she still trying to make conversation with him, anyway? He still didn't quite get that part. But he would be as polite as he could.