The Sunspire I'm offended that you're so surprised

Coelho made a great show of admiring the fierce tufts of fur that encompassed the man's neck -- a cloak of gold and russet befit for a sovereign. Her gaze gently roved from the scarf of long fur that cowled his neck to his regal muzzle - respectfully, she did not meet his gaze.

For a moment her tail skipped a beat, halted by the stilted compliment the male offered. While the palpable awkwardness was absolutely well above Coelho's radar, she did at least recognize that what he had said was fairly unusual. A smile, however small, hovered across her lips and she nodded without missing any beat further. "Oh yes! But I'm not a coyote." While some might have thought this repetitive statement was a joke at this point, Coelho recited it with articulate and genuine earnest. "Where are you going with the rabbit?"