Primed for Sin

    Sedona, a small orange colored coyote, arrives to Dallas just before three in the afternoon. He gives a yawn and feel his horse slow down, ears beginning to fold back. Lifting a paw to calm his horse, gunshots ring out of a nearby saloon. An angry patron, some sort of German shepherd, is unloading his revolver into the seemingly new business. The scene unfolding before Sedona takes place within a minute when a single shot rings out, killing the angry dog where he stands.

    Unsure of what just happened in front of him, he discounts and approaches slowly, his own revolver loaded. As he's about to approach to fallen dog, a figure exits the saloon. The figure's tall, much taller than Sedona, and skinny. The figure mutters out something before turning back to business, when Sedona is able to catch a proper glimpse of the possible killer.

    The features seem a bit off to Sedona, but the "killer" has dusty blond hair, dark blue eyes, and a rounder face shape, almost pudgy. The markings of his coat, however, leads Sedona to believe this unknown patron seemed to a coyote mix, possibly… wolf?

    Sedona, realising he's starring now, reluctantly returns back to his horse, standing only 15 paces from him, mounts up, and heads to the nearest hotel.

    Later that night, Sedona lies wide awake, reminding himself of the assailant and the murder he witnessed. Unable to fall asleep, he decides to go get a drink at the only saloon in town. He throws the blankets off, gets dressed in his clothes from the previous day, and walks to the saloon.

    The smell of booze, cheap cigars and cigarettes hit him in the face faster than he prepared himself for. He slowly checks out the patrons, whores, and poker tables before making his way to bar.

    "What can I getcha?" The bartender says, accent thicker than molasses.

    "Uh, I'll have a whiskey." Sedona says calmly. The bartender retrieves the bottle from behind the bar when one of the poker tables erupt with sudden shouting and name-calling.

    "You cheating lunger!" Someone shouts from behind him. Sedona turns around to check out the noise and spots the blond assailant from the shooting, leaning back his own chair.

    "Are you accusin' me of cheating?" The southern drawl surprises Sedona more than the fact he's 10 feet away from an assumed killer.

   "Ya goddamn right I am! You cheated and you know it!" Everyone else is fixated on the scene happening in front of them. The bartender taps Sedona's arm to get his attention.

    "You know who the lunger is?" The barkeep whispers.

    "No, I'm new in town." Sedona barely mumbles out. He meets the bartender's eyes for the time since ordering a drink. The keep's eyes widen with fear as he mutters out.

    "That's Doc Holliday."

    As the bartender is in the middle of explaining the tall coywolf, a sweet looking she-wolf is beginning to reach out to Sedona’s arm. Her soft eyes quickly flash towards the rowdy poker table when she lays her paw on his arm. Sedona blinks and realizes what the she-wolf wants him to do. In one swift movement, Sedona pulls one of revolvers from its holster and proceeds to unload the weapon into the head of Doc’s angry opponent.