Sequoia Coast i knocked you down, you called my bluff

The intrepid coywolf did not miss the half-made smile, nor the sudden change in appetite the greybitten female sported. Her eyes narrowed and she regarded first the corpse of the seachewed invertebrate and then the countenance of the older female. There lingered there a sadness almost intangible; a transient thing that scarcely seemed whole.

She grew suspicious.

Her yellow gaze flickered in variable heights of doubt; the wolf had thus far seemed harmless but Caiaphas knew more than any living thing that guile came in many forms -- some belligerent, some beneficent. She rose and shook the detritus from her fur. "Take a bite after you have turned it down? Absolutely not." she snorted as if baffled by the incredulity she felt.