Laetus’ brows furrowed a bit as he stared at Sienna. “…Right,” he mumbled, “probably. Then, I dunno what’s up with the shit that goes on durin’ the night.”
" Hey! I don't have mange! " She lets out a strangled angry sound. Catching herself she backtracks. " I mean! The coyote doesn't have mange I think you'd be able to tell. . It's supposed to be like super contagious to other animals. "