Author's Note: So this is just a random thing I thought up while writing my other Twilight fic She's Gotta Be; this obviously would not fit in with that story, so I had to write a whole new one. The thing is, I'm not sure if I'm going to continue and make this into a story, or if I'm just going to leave it as is…who knows!

Disclaimer: Paul and Jared belong to S.M., Carter, the heroine of our tiny story, belongs to me

So one day, I'm sitting around at home, minding my own business as I rifle through breakfast cereals, trying to decide what one I wanted to eat in order to satisfy my insatiable hunger, when Paul, my older brother comes stomping into the house and starts complaining about coyotes, which aren't even abundant in La Push. Ever since I accidentally-on-purpose witnessed him morphing into a giant dog about a half a year ago, he has been insanely open about talking about everything from the pack's goings-on to what bothers him most when he's in his wolf form. Coyotes, apparently, are on his hate list. Which, let me tell you, is quite a long list. I, on the other hand, don't mind coyotes and find them to be kind of cool, although none of the guys think so. I don't like calling the pack 'werewolves', because they're not. They're just glorified shape-shifters that happened to subconsciously decide to morph into wolves on their first phase. No need to boost their ego by proclaiming them as werewolves, which are so much sweeter than Paul or any of either of the pack's members really could ever be.

So anyway, Paul comes in and starts yelling about how coyotes are stupid excuses of canines and he was going on and on, and it was early in the morning, which is my least favorite time of the day, and I'm ninety percent sure I was PMSing as well, so I was already a little irate, not to mention I share genes with Paul, who is the King of Anger and so, in defense of the coyotes who were not there to defend themselves I screamed, "Coyotes are--" and I completely meant to complete that sentence with the word 'cute', but I couldn't because I had burst into an agitated puff of fur, ruining my pajamas in the process.

My first thought was, 'Oh, that sucks' because I really truly liked those pajamas. They were comfortable in all temperatures and they were cute in a grown up sort of way, but I digress. My second thought was 'Holy Shit'! I mean, Leah was like the one exception, yet here I was, phasing! So I was pretty excited until I heard Paul collapse onto the floor in a spasm of cackles, pointing at me and wheezing out unintelligible nothings. I growled, disgruntled at Paul's reaction, and was a little surprised at how high pitched my grumbling sounded, but hey, I am a girl after all.

But then, to make matters worse, Jared comes clomping in out of the blue and when he catches sight of me he just blatantly says, "What the fuck?"

I thought it was because he, too, was so shocked that another female had phased. But, as I soon found out, that was not the reason for Jared's stupefied facial expression.

Between bursts of laughter Paul was able to manage saying: "It's Carter!"

And then Jared totally burst my bubble as he said, "Why the hell is she a coyote?"

Fuck.

Author's Note: So yeah, that thought just sort of came to me when it was explained that the wolves were merely shapeshifters and could technically have been any animal depending on what they morphed into on their first phase. Once again, I'm not sure if I'm going to continue this and make it into a legit story. Thanks for reading. Reviews be cool :P