Wendigo blinks. "Being mangy, this is an insult because you have thin, bad fur...and fluffy is an insult because you have good, thick fur."
There's a moment of short silence as she mulls something over. "So the only good way to be is with no fur." Another small pause, and what may be just a hint of a smirk. "Like me."
She leans forward on the table, looking back and forth between the arguing brothers as she holds a hand out to accept the post-its from Coyote.
"You both say not to listen to the other. So maybe Quetzalcoatl should talk?" An arch of the eyebrow accompanies this--she's getting better at facial expressions, if nothing else.