Panther Park There is no luck in the draw, but only the success of the dealer

A cameo unless otherwise noticed

A quick jaunt to find food ended almost as quickly as it started when faint snarled warnings caught her attention, enough so that she abandoned her search to regroup with Ace.

Two figures stood at a stand still—one she knew, but the other was unfamiliar. Female, by the looks and smell of her. That alone made her own hackles rise. 

What is it with Ace attracting females? Okay, she knew what it was—he was handsome and mysterious. Shit, it worked for her, but that was beside the point.

The two wolves seemed overtly displeased with the other. Or, maybe it was just the way wolves liked to say hello? The coyote doubted the notion and chalked it up to a battle of wills.

So, she let them do what they needed, wordlessly sitting on her haunches to watch, her tail twitching in excitement. Ace had mentioned his lusting for blood, maybe he will get what he wished for.