pretty when you cry

The coywolf tilted her proud muzzle to the side as the wolf fussed; instinctively she leaned in and licked her pistol-thin jowls. Her sordidly yellow eyes remained ablaze with curious intensity.

The frown that pulled at the petite she-wolf's muzzle was met with a simpering grin from the insouciant and jilted coywolf. She retracted if only slightly, a tight breath expelled as she contemplated the question.

"The water?" She pawed at it carelessly, one torn ear pulled back as she issued a derisive snort. "Are you afraid of boulders or trees falling on you?" Her voice, while tinted slightly with incredulity, did not hold any hostile remark. "If you live your life in fear you will never accomplish anything." She spoke matter of factly -- and with a joyous shriek she plunged into the water.