Whitefish River samakat bayda'

jawahir takes a moment to consider, then rises. their height is nothing compared to the voluptuous coat of the wolf.
they prance closer and then recline upon their haunches silently. the smell of the fish is strong and not enticing to the coyote.
admittedly, my people are not often more than feral beasts... it has been my dream to see us united, rather than treated as lesser. as pests.
that much was true; jawahir was determined to change the strong views of the greater canines. they sought an easy life at the same time - attainable through the debasing of the self.
a tip of the chin, flutter of lashes.
i am called jawahir.