on the flip side

Tempo was oddly nervous about the fae submitting to him. He didn't like others submitting to him, it felt wrong, somehow. " No need to submit to me. Here, we are equal." He sat, examining the russet fae. Unlike most wolves, he considered coyotes equal, not lesser. Though most coyotes knew naught of wolf language, and this one puzzled him. "What is your name, coyote-wolf?" he thought to himself that perhaps she was a coy-wolf. But she looked nothing like a wolf...