Broken Boulder Hare Hunting

Greychild was far too excited for prey hunting, the youth in him was clear as the sky above their heads. And then, astonishingly, the coyote dropped his quarry and came right on over to Sakina as if they had known each other since birth.

The small youth took a couple of steps back, cocking his head in a dog-like way. It was true the coydog had inherited more instinct from his sire, but occasionally the domesticated part of him slipped through. 

"Is that what you are called? Coyote." The word seemed foreign on his tongue. Sakina mused it over in his head for a small while. "Yes. My sire was...coyote. My mother was a dog." 

The boy thought maybe he detected shyness in Greychild's features, but why he could not be sure. Over him? Surely not. His mother's mate had always told him he was disgusting.