Half-Blood Chapter III
He found her coming out of the bathroom talking to the small coyote girl he remembered from last week. "your brother is fine erin.the nurse said so," the coyote said in a calm voice. erin was less then calm however.
A Relaxing Day at Work
Today however, for whatever reason, the coyote felt on top of the world.
What Was Your First Spell?
The coyote noticed it too, a slight blush under his whiskers. she quickly pulled out a parchment, scribbling her recommendation for the coyote's course transferral.
In the Dog House. Chapter One.
At least the coyote was honest. auto thanked him for his time, nearly crushing the limp-wristed coyote paw in his own with a real handshake before seeing him out the door. out the hallway leading back towards the office.
Ein Wolf in der Falz – Loosening His Bootstraps
Now that the wolf and the coyote were alone, konrad flinched. "don't call me that. that was a long time ago ... and ..." "a mistake?" william spat out, cutting off konrad. the major refused to answer, and the coyote continued. "so.
Love Me As Though There Were No Tomorrow (Chapter 7)
\>you look at the coyote as you get the treads out of your inventory. \>"i didn't know the brotherhood had recruited anthros often". \>the knight looks at the young coyote. \>"we found him wandering, starving and alone around the valley.
Banana
_ her sensitive nose caught the scent of a coyote, one she knew all too well.natalya froze, even holding her breath. _how the hell did he get behind me?
Oreo, Oreo, Were-fore Art Thou Oreo (Save the Day Fanfic)
"a coyote were-coyote? is that even possible?" i asked. "apparently. i also do not believe you need to worry about him going berserk, either, as he is in full control of his own faculties. a coyote becoming a coyote is still a coyote, after all."
A Good Joke
Near them stood alex, a coyote who was a bit shorter and a year younger than others. she smirked at james and max and gave them a knowing wave, which they both sheepishly returned. "just spell 'me', okay?"
Black Meridian 02: Death Throes
Thume continued, tilting his head towards the younger coyote. "indeed." mason added, arms crossed. "now the locals can stop whining at me every other week." the older coyote looked to thume, a scowl on his muzzle.
Ask a Glass of Water
Only around that time did it occur to the coyote that at no point in this process had he felt even the slightest trace of alcohol make contact with his system.
Story That Doesn't Have a Title Yet Because the Author Isn't Too Bright
The coyote was starting to get the point, but sean didn't seem to be finished. he smirked and put a foot down on the coyote's throat, not using his entire weight or nothing, just enough to choke the guy, who was really starting to freak out.