Coyote was in his quarters, training by repetitively punching and kicking a straw-filled dummy when his ears picked up on the sound of footsteps… and the familiar stench of a human.

The brunet frowned but kept his composure. It probably was just some random human who had been allowed to explore the Gray Wolf Clan’s grounds again. If that was the case, he couldn’t do anything.

Besides, he didn’t have to resort to violence to solve his issues.

But oh, how he wanted to.