Coconut Grove We were staying in Paris.

He didn't like the way it looked at him, eyes roving. His own burgundy stare was sharp, dangerous, locked onto the coyote's narrow features; this one was brave.

Viinturuth had never been a fan of these lesser creatures, and his tolerance for them was little to none. "Well," he answered bluntly, and flagged his tail in warning to accompany the warning flash of his fangs, "that's long enough, so scram."