on the flip side

All welcome, but tagging @Jade and @Skaro.

After her rather odd encounter with a coyote named Topaz, Tomahawk continued north. Actually, ever encounter she'd had with a coyote had gone awry. They tried to accept her as one of their own, but she could never get in on it. She would always be a wolf, and wolves did not befriend coyotes. So she had learned over the past year, drifting from region to region, seeking acceptance from wolves and refusing it from coyotes. It was a terrible way to live, but Tomahawk had never known anything else.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. Her upbringing had been a rather normal one (for a wolf, of course). She'd played with her aunts and uncles, scrapped with some of her older cousins, and she'd been loved by both her mother and her father. And yet, as soon as she'd sought out a mate of her own, they'd rejected her over and over again. It was not until her mother confessed of her adoption that Tomahawk had understood. She still felt a mixture of hate and love for her mother, something that would likely never change.

The young coyote wolf found herself at the edge of a lake then—and drank deeply from its waters.