Grouse Thicket steel in our veins

Well, she didn't seem pissed, so Bridget let it go.  The guy seemed nervous anyway, no use barkin at that one when he already seemed keen on getting out of dodge.

This stranger was actually pretty friendly.  Bridget took a step forward, then sat down, glancing past to see if the coyote was staying too or taking the chance to skedaddle.  She had no personal qualms with his kind so long as they had no shit with her.  Even made a friend or two of them, back in her younger days.  Never heard of them, sorry.  Though I did hit up the coast a while back and didn't come across any packs.  That was a ways south.  It had been on her way up from the coast.

Maybe fumble-foot over there had an idea?

WC: 134