The coyote sighed, stomping through the snow in lupus form. She didn’t know why she was in her smallest form, but she had felt the need to go running, and this was the body to do it in. In her current size, she could never be mistaken for a wolf, unless a very small one, as she was just a really long-legged coyote. Somehow her legs had traveled down the bloodline from some wolf ancestor she had way back. Suddenly, Garnet wondered if she and Jaz had children, would the wolf be dominant over the coyote or would they be some strange mix? She began to hope that they would look like wolves more than coyotes, if they looked anything like coyotes it would bring them nothing but trouble.
In her thinking, the dark lady hadn’t been watching where she was going, and promptly she bumped into another female. Thankfully, she hadn’t been walking fast enough to knock anybody over, and the coyote-lady quickly back up. ”Oh, I’m sorry, I wasn’t paying attention.” She quickly bowed her head slightly to the other female, whom she was startled to find was actually quiet small. Her red eyes glanced in the direction that the she-wolf had been looking and she spotted a small group of deer. Garnet couldn’t remember the last time she had deer.