Rosewater Oasis I speak in plastic

He wondered how much the coyote had spilled when she'd met Widower, and even thinking about it made him angry. Widower seemed keen enough already to take a piece out of her if she returned, so he silently vowed the same. Secretly, he considered punishing the amber gemseeker if he met her again on neutral territory, simply as retaliation for ruffling Widower. He sighed, puffing out his cheeks as he did, while clenching his teeth. 

"She's a sun worshipper." He informed her- though that alone meant very little, just a pre-amble to what he said next. "She had some....Words, about dark-pelted canines. I believe she also has some disdain for crossbreeds, but nothing would surprise me, at the moment," He said with a roll of his eyes.