Silver Creek anyway

The sudden appearance of a coyote immediately sent Fiona on edge, and she quickly placed herself in front of her precious bandit, shielding Prowler from any harm the coyote might want to do to her. Instead of attacking on sight, the fire-tipped coyote seemed more interested in her familiar's name than anything. Fiona was probably better equipped to handle outright aggression rather than curiosity toward her companion, but she supposed she would have to figure out how to deal with this, too. It would likely not be the last canine to question her... odd relationship.

It's a familiar's name, Fiona replied, wary of the stranger's question and intentions. Coyotes were—in her culture, anyway—particularly tricky beasts, and the Greenroot native knew she would need to be careful if she was to make it out of this particular interaction without losing anything. Now that Prowler had been spotted, there was a very real possibility that this coyote would continue to follow them, waiting until an opportune time before striking to kill. Fiona simply couldn't have that. Prowler was an extension of her own self in many ways.