Verdigris Ravine burning low.

The pale woman's response was but a single word. Short with Ko'a, snappy and turned away as though the woman was no more then the red sand caked to her paws. Yet the sands of the desert were to be respected, as was Ko'a. 

The woman pursues, dancing around to the front of the woman again, with quick and springy movements. Now, her head is low to align with her spine. Her legs are splayed out evenly over the sand. You are rude woman. Rude does not belong here- especially rude wolf. She snorts, the lack of cordial meeting being thrown back. Leave. 

She was yet another. Yet another of many wolves who felt it right in them to think less of other canine. Ko'a had endured judgement all her life. As a half-breed, she met scorn from both wolf and coyote. Ko'a had tougher skin now.