Wapun Meadow run run run

All welcome, but tagging @Jade @Topaz @Skaro in case they want to snag this one.

For the first two years of her life, Tomahawk had grown to believe she was a wolf. Her mother and father had never said differently, and she had no reason to suspect otherwise. She didn't look so wildly different from other wolves, and even if she had, it wouldn't have been within her grasp to notice the difference. Sure, she was small. Sure, she had large ears. Sure, she was slender. Sure, she didn't match any of the wolves around her, who were shades of white, black, and grey. But her parents had always cared for her, and they had raised her as their own, so what else could she be?

And even though she would deny it with every ounce of her being, Hawk knew, deep down, that she was nothing more than a nasty coyote. She had tried, a few times, to get along with what were supposed to be "her kind," but she had always failed. They acted differently, gave off different body language, hunted differently, and she simply couldn't stand them. They knew nothing of being a wolf.

So she had lived as an outcast for the past year, seeking out a pack who might take her in, or a lone male who might start a family with her.