Broken Antler Fen Little slice of heaven

Penn frowned thoughtfully at the weirdo's comment for a few seconds before it clicked. He was a coyote. That's why he looked like he'd been born with some sort of dwarfism. The realization was clear on Penn's face as he lifted his eyebrows and exhaled a long Ohhhh! He'd certainly heard of his canid cousins before, even though he'd never met one before. He'd been told not to trust them, but this guy seemed fine. And he was so small, what was he gonna do? Muss his hair?

"How am I in your home? I don't smell a pack around here," Penn commented, honestly curious, "Does your kind even do the whole pack thing? Territory border markings and whatnot? Safety in numbers, that sorta thing?"