let dust be dust and the good lord near

Crescendo was horrified to see an ugly, vaguely wolf-like figure pull herself out of the ground. She shot a futile glance back at him, before turning and heading off. It looked like someone had placed the head of one on the body of another, and Crescendo was appalled. Though, overall he was curious. So he loped after the figure, and upon nearing it noticed it-she was a coywolf. And an ugly one too.

"Hey!" Crescendo called after her. "Why the fuck did you just crawl out of the ground? Are you a fucking maggot?" Straight to the point. Crescendo never saw much use in small talk. It was pointless.