The coyote was making apologies, and he did sound sincere, but Adelaida was unsure if that was the case. Before this moment there had been no doubt, but he persisted in his harmless act, if it was an act, and so Adelaida wondered perhaps if Iskata was right. Maybe some coyotes could be kind. Maybe this coyote was just really dedicated to the role he played. Either way, Adelaida didn’t wish to find out. Even if this coyote was an exception to the rule, a friendly, harmless soul in the sea of disgusting, vile creatures that are coyotes, she didn’t want to play nice. There had never been any use in her life for coyotes before, and she doubted that she would have a use for them now. If she trusted this one she’d either have to be more lax with the other coyotes, who were surely not as innocent as this one appeared to be, or she would be in for a terrible surprise when this coyote, Finch, showed his true nature. Both options did not seem favorable to Adelaida, and so it was best to just simply walk away.
Which in Adelaida’s mind was easier said than done. The coyote was still too close, if she turned now he could strike her, she’d be at a disadvantage. Although she was larger than the male, she did not want to be struck unaware, so she continued to face the male, maybe he would back off. Maybe she could lull him into a false security. Adelaida relaxed, the fur fell on her back and she covered her teeth, although she was still tense and knew that she could never relax completely, not around a coyote. "No, no, not rude. You see, I just don’t like stories or seamonsters, that’s all. You truly don’t know what a wolf looks like?" As she spoke she took a few careful steps backwards. If she backed far enough away, she could turn and run. That would be favorable to attacking the poor creature, because even if he was a coyote, and even if Adelaida thought he had no right on these lands, she did not want to harm him, especially since he had not said anything out right threatening. Yet his presence was threatening enough, and despite her words which were kinder now, she was still on guard.
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