First Encounters
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The coyote ignored the pup's statement about his prey, and stood up straight, yellow eyes fixing on Saul. He flicked his tail once, and sat down, his head tilting as well.
"Only pup. What are you here for?"
His accent was thick, but hard to pinpoint. In reality, he rarely spoke, so the words were hard to bring. His parents died when he was very young, before he'd been split up with his pack, so he didn't learn english in its entirety. He was no savage, though.
"I am coyote. I am not intruding, yes?"
he sniffed again. Under the wolf's scent, there was only the smell of the forest. It occurred to him maybe the pup was straying from his packlands- as pups often do. He sniffed, and his eyes closed halfway.
"I can't deal with pup. Need to hunt."
He paced towards the pup, intending to pass him on his way to search for more prey. He had to eat tonight, if he was going to keep moving north. He hated the moisture here, and he wanted somewhere dry, more comfortable to someone like himself.
"You should go back to packland. Is dangerous here."


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