Verdigris Ravine paint

The golden-blonde coywolf watches her niece be treated, a gentle smile on her face for her. She was still so very young. Too young to be fighting in border scuffles, let alone a fight in lands not belonging to them, away from their claim and against a full grown wolf. 

Yet Andi was not wolf. She was coyote. At least among her family. Coyotes were grown faster, earlier, if they were to survive. The wolf would not give them time. The sand and sun would not. For Andi specifically, like Ko'a, she would learn that too beyond Tribe, there would be many which would shun her of her mixed blood, both by wolves and by coyote. Ko'a would make her strong.