Fox's Glade Get nothing done

"P'r'aps," he mused. watching the coffee-chocolate youth.
Such pretty face. Pointed features. Coyote ears.
Deep brown fur, easily hidden in a thick bush.
He smiled softly, eyes returning to his pretty, rich golden eyes.

A moment of silence.

" 'Cause yer Mutha o' Farta were nut true volf."
His chin jerked in surprise. Born with them? His ears? Well duh.​
Earp eyes him curiously, "Where be they? Mutha? Farta?"
Kid looked like he should have some issues somewhere, looking like that and all.
Notched ear. and all. Rough childhood.