Hushed Willows I could be an accident but I'm still trying

The coywolf wasn't offended, exactly, when a slimy mouth and sharp little teeth landed on his nose. Anything that came near his face was like to end up in his mouth, too. Still, his ears flew back in dismay, and he gave a firm little shove to knock her harmlessly away.

"Oh, it speaks," he said, his tail lashing. He gave himself a moment to let the irritation bleed away, still contemplating his next move.

"Rosie," he said to the child. "Say Rosie. RO-SEE."

If the kid could say his name, perhaps it didn't need to go back where it came from. Perhaps it would be fun to see what other cool tricks he could teach it.

Her.

Whatever.