Fancy Free, family tree broke

Ahh the South, now typically this was the type of place Sparrow liked to be in. It was just to take a little break, stretch her legs, then to go and do whatever it was alphas did. After the raid there was... the tourney... and the pup raid... and finding Theory a sperm donor. Man, sometimes being responsible was a drag, when did SHE get to just lay back and attend an orgy or something without having to worry about crepe paper or shame bats or whatever.

Weirdly, a small pup- a coyote pup- stumbled in front of her, fresh catch in maw. Sparrow took a second to look at it. Was it a coyote or like a coyote?

"You, uh, speak?"