Valley of Gold We'll sleep when the morning comes

What she'd found? The look Dusty Rose leveled on her suggested he was not at all interested in what she'd found, except for maybe as a toy to sink his teeth into. But dutifully, he picked himself up and gave his coat a perfunctory shake, only to yelp when teeth combed violently through his fur — and uncomfortably close to his manly-bits. He swung around to scold his wife, but conversely, seemed to be in a much better mood when he did trot off to see what she'd found.

And alright. He sorta got it when he laid eyes on the guy. He was pretty in the way that rocks sometimes were, and sure, Dusty Rose felt a strong, draconian urge to put him in a pile and sleep on top of it. But it still bugged him he'd been sent off to find this guy with a slap on the ass and a 'go get 'em, tiger'.

He had better things to do, alright?

The coywolf stood stiffly in the tall grass, waiting for the man to make his move. They were gonna fight, he was pretty sure. And, if they got close enough for him to determine just how close this guy had gotten to his wife, Dusty Rose might just be out for blood.