Coyote hybrid reader wasn't really added to the team. John saw them scavenging around after a mission, luring them into the cabin with peices of jerky.
You were a good thing to keep around, even if you were a bit clingy. You missed your pack, and the men who took you in were a poor replacement. They didn't yowl, they didn't yip, they didn't scavenge... But they were there, and that was enough.
Until you see Coyote hybrid Graves for the first time. He's charming, he's loud, and he has a loud pack of Shadows that follow him around constantly. John keeps you far away from him.
"They are no good for you, pup." John rumbles as he grooms your fluffy ears. "You're a good wolf. You fit in well here." He soothes, your ears pinning back immediately.
"I'm not a wolf. I'm a Coyote." You insist softly, getting a soft growl in response. "Can't I just go scavenging with them just once?" He nips your ear softly, making you yelp and squirm slightly to get off his lap.
"Just relax, pup."
