I'm gonna marry her anyway

Jinx's eyes found movement on the edge of the visible lake long before she heard its owner call, but such was the nature of sight versus sound. The speck of movement piqued her interest and she lifted her head off her paws to watch. Within five or so minutes, the speck had noticed her too, and the resonating call of the wolf bounced off the mountain face at Jinx's rear. The call was for her, albeit nonspecifically, and she answered by lifting herself to her feet and prowling with her head hung cautiously toward the source.

The closer she got, the more confused she became. What had sounded so much like a wolf appeared to be nothing more than a small coyote. Jinx's steps faltered as she drew within speaking range, and when she ground to a halt it was with evident confusion lighting her eyes. What manner of creature was this, that spoke the language of wolf but bore the body of an inferior canine?

She was unfamiliar with red wolves and their size constraints, and so she called out in a silky voice, "what are you, midget coyote, that sings the song of wolf?" For surely Jinx had even seen coyotes larger than she, but not by much... Still, it brought a smile to her lips to refer to her as midget, since she must be some form of wolf after all, or so Jinx thought.