Neverwinter Forest birds of a feather

Jaws knew it was unlikely he would go too long before encountering one or more of the park residents. So far, every area he travelled through had been blanketed by a mixture of fresh and old scent alike, indicative of frequent and continual use. Having spent almost the entirety of his life away from heavily populated areas, Jaws was out of his element here; but the wolf blood was calling and if he were to settle down he had no other choice but to move in from the fringes.

The coywolf had not gone far on his walk when the soft sound of paws in the snow touched his ever-listening ears. He turned to see the approach of another wolf - or was it? Had he not been part coyote himself he may not have taken so much notice of the fine shape of her ears and muzzle, but they to him were unmistakable.

When she spoke, Jaws stepped toward her with a rascally grin as his bi-colored eyes raked every curve of her supple figure. "But who could blame you?" He said, knowing very well she was referring to the gray jay and not herself.