Hushed Willows there's a syncopated beat

The coywolf's ears flew to the top of his head, which cocked just slightly as Reina hurried to assure him of her truthfulness. It was a little alarming, but he didn't get the sense that she was about to get snappy with him. "Alright, alright — easy, tiger. Just makin' conversation," he replied, trying not to be annoyed at being claimed as one of 'her own'.

Reluctantly, he allowed her to pick up the bird, murmuring a quiet thanks in return.

"There's plenty of my kind around," he told her, not loving the direction the conversation was going. "Not as many as there are wolves and coyotes — but the half-breeds are around. They tend to be shy, 'cause either side might wanna take a bite outta us, y'know? But they're around."

As for where he was from? Dusty Rose almost didn't feel it was worth mentioning, which was why he forced himself to go ahead and mention it, anyway. He felt small, and he wasn't about to let that lie.

"Me? I'm from the Red Desert," he told her, gazing warily around, lest one of the little punks sneak up on them. "It's a long ways from here. But there weren't all that many like me there, either."

He shot her a look, silently asking for her to be cool this time and take him in good faith.

"Where're you from?"