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

His brushy tail lashed without his permission when she started to holler. Noise-making was among his favorite activities, but it was one he rarely indulged in when he was living around full-blooded wolves. His racket had never been much appreciated by them in the past, and he wasn't keen on drawing attention to his mixed heritage so long as everyone else seemed keen to ignore it.

But he recalled that Blossom was sorta coyote-looking. And this pipsqueak was a blood relation of hers, wasn't it? So maybe she was part coyote as well.

He liked her more immediately.

"Good!" he cheered, lowering himself to his elbows in a playful bow. "Louder, though, squeaker. Say, ROOOOOOOSIE."

He sang it for her, loud and ululating, his tail still wheeling in the air.