Ravensblood Forest making splinters

Jaws shrugged and flicked his tail at the dog's retort. "I suppose you're right." Even the healthiest could meet demise suddenly and without warning.

The coywolf smiled roguishly at the canine's jab, the stubborn male not only refused to give up too easily but kept his humor about him. It was commendable and he had correctly pegged Jaws - the black hybrid was not as skillful at socializing as he was at keeping himself alive. "Aha, funny." His smile broke into a toothy grin, his eyes glinting with mischief. "Would you like if I threw you a stick? Or, how about this..." Jaws dropped his front quarters to the ground, his rear end swaying in the air, tail flopping about as he mimed a traditional play bow.