Valley of Gold i wear my soul on my sleeve at night

His love was not so fickle that one could oust another from their place in his heart. But it was his fatherly duty to encourage good behavior, and the ways he did so likely easy to confuse with love. And it was Dahlia who received much of his praise and attention, lately, as she was demonstrating most that she was a proper coyote who would one day rule her little corner of the wilds.

He was pleased to see her when she showed up. Perhaps it was easy to confuse her behavior of love as well, and the coywolf liked few things better than being loved.

"Hey, squeaker!" he called out, hailing her. "Come look at this!"