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Yellow eyes lost their hazy mask of concentration and were lifted to the sky as he registered a familiar voice on the air. It was unexpected, to say the least, but not unwelcome. The part of him that was surprised to hear the coyote's voice ring here stabbed at his nerves and made him worried; was something up? Rarely did his contacts from other packs seek him out, and when they did, it was more often with new than not; news he might not want to know. He rose swiftly, two-legged and lanky, and exited his hut immediately. There were few chores that could outweigh the importance of answering the call of someone from so far away, and blankets could be finished later. Winter wasn't here yet, and he thanked the heavens for that. Warm summer air brushed through his light pelt as he jogged along familiar paths, and he tried his best not to listen to whatever worry that tried to burst through to his string of thoughts. It did not take him too long to reach her, no longer than what it usually took him to reach the border, having built his hut almost directly in the middle of their lands. He slowed a little as he spotted her, hand raised above his hand in greeting. He tried to hide his worry in his stance, and his voice rang with a familiar and friendly tone as he smiled at the much smaller female. "Kaena, what brings you to visit us?"

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