“What did you mean about his ‘order’?” Kuhma asked.
“Avian,” Mateo replied, coming back closer to their group so everyone could hear him. “He’s a bird, she’s a mammal. Granted, she’s one that could’ve ripped him to shreds like a real coyote with a duck, but there’s one universal signal among animals and furries: if I’m bigger than you, or trying to be, back the fuck off.”
Dazi nodded. He made a mental note of that. From what he had observed today, Dazi surmised that fake-skins followed the unspoken laws of animals more than they did the general rules of human society. Oddly enough, he figured this meant he would be safer reacting with his bestial reflexes than his human suspicions. He closed his eyes and silenced the outside world, or did his best to, at least.