Bearclaw Valley child of sun, child of moon

The minute he steps closer every hair on her body rises in rebuke, lips twitching as she struggled not to bare her teeth. Show no fear, and he shall not conquer you. She burned those words into the back of her mind, ears laid flat against her head. 

Ocean blue eyes stared into fiery golden, unwavering. "No." She admitted head cocked slightly in curiosity. "Should I?" There was a pause between her words, deliberate. She did not wish to offend the coywolf.