Coyote Ugly

His hooves trampled the ground as the two remaining ‘yotes fled and he bolted after them to ensure that they truly had fled. When Isolde dropped from the sky once more, clicking softly, he turned, tail flicking as he ambled back to the pup, head dropping to eye-level with the girl as he examined her with one great eye that crinkled around the edges in a visible smile before he raised his head again.

“Good fighting, young miss.” His rumbling voice was tinged with approval as he studied the carnage. One dead coyote, and the rest scattered and not bothering to return.

The wind buffeted the great, long mane and tail, and brought no scent of further problems, so his weight shifted, one hind leg cocking comfortably as his attention returned to the girl, head tipping slightly to observe her out of one gentle eye as he asked, “What brings a young wolf out on her own?”

Walk ---- "Speak" ---- "Hear" ---- Think