Broken Antler Fen That's just is

Draper paused when he heard the other’s voice. A wolf, he thought at first, but he appeared to have plenty of coyote blood in him as well. Mixing of the two wasn’t unheard of, although Draper had never been around one of them before. Curious.

And you like me, Draper replied. This was, perhaps, the most relaxed he’d been around somebody who wasn’t exactly a coyote. Is your mother like us? he asked. If not, it must be on his father’s side.