Greatwater Lake [m]I feel her filth in my bones

In the next moments, she felt the pull on her scruff and gave a startled yelp, unawares that the male had come up behind her. Her limbs kicked in the dirt before she was sent sailing through the air, cursing his name just before he made contact with the cool waters.

The water-logged coyote came up sputtering, her laugh bouncing along the waters. She found herself turned around, and though she tried to face Ace—to no doubt give him a piece of her mind—her eye landed on another figure.

She was watching the two idly, a soft to and fro in her tail; Cynna felt no need to be her spicy self. The waters had doused her fire. 

A smile and a yip sent in the woman’s direction, an invitation to come closer if she so chose, though her eyes did not watch her approach as they found Ace’s. There was no denying that there was a small need within her to claim him in front of this woman. She was pretty and they were so new, the feelings of insecurity bubbling under her surface.