Gilded Bay mellow

She calmed down now that her food wasn't at risk. That was the way things went with smaller creatures (and some of the more feral members of her own kind); food was hard enough to get while also trying to avoid being food yourself. Eartha had the support of her crew to provide for her needs; she didn't need to debase herself by stealing from a coyote's meager score.

The coyote deflected, but she hadn't expected anything more or less from one. Fair enough, she said, after parsing through what the coyote was saying. I was curious more than anything; your accent sounded familiar.