Silver Creek he is beloved and he is feared

The devil was secure in himself. Though the brute before him could not be matched in size or strength, Gluskap felt he had a wicked advantage in his wits. The coywolf did not shy away for this reason. He had never turned his back on the wolves of force and might. Instead, he opted to dance in circles around them until they found they grew tired of his ways and left him. This was, of course, not the best case scenario for the fiend. Were things to go his way, Glu would have gathered a new eye and taken it home with him. Instead, he was faced with a rather boring response about rank and leadership, and then denied access to the milky orb.

“Pity,” he mused softly, casting his expression toward the earth with a small frown. Truly, he did not think it to be a pity at all. The coywolf was certain that if he wanted the eye, he could retrieve the eye through some other means. No, he was not a creature of strength and force, but he had found a home in the darkest parts of the earth and knew the rats to be his friends. “Well, I suppose we haven't much more to discuss,” the coywolf then chirped with a quick snicker.