Big Salmon Lake Roses are red

Although the she-wolf returned his hello she was most decidedly giving him the cold shoulder. Jaws did not move to chase her at first, casting a glance back to the cat, noting that it was no longer where it was. He suspected the lynx had not gone far, camouflaged amongst the tall lake grasses that jutted from the snow. How he admired the grace of a feline.

Unconcerned, the black coywolf shifted his attention back to his reluctant company, reaching her side in a few effortless strides. "Is there something in my teeth?" he joked as he stepped ahead of her, partially blocking her path, unaware of how unnerving that could be. "You're not afraid of cats, are you?"