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[/html]Hybrid swivelled his ears, trying to catch the small sounds the other coyote made. He was making an awfully odd face, but Hybrid could not figure out what it meant. Such minute changes in behaviour baffled Hybrid and he had to wait for the other coyote to express his thoughts in words before he would really figure out what was going on. It was only when fangs were bared that he could examine the small changes in behaviour. Here, now, in this social exchange, he could not figure out what the coyote was thinking. He frowned as Kesho began to speak, sneering alongside his companion.
“Oh, it’s fucking shaky. But there are no scores for me. They’re all dead and settled.” His response was filled with venom and matched the other male’s smirk. He had murdered Kol months ago and one day, he would claim Bris. But she was not ‘score’ to ‘settle’: she was his kitten and he loved his kitten so.