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This was the first time Angel had visited the Shattered Coast. But it was nothing compared to Inferni's waterside. As usual he went without clothing, the cold was nothing to him he was mountain born after all. It was really only Ana that had suffered as a child, her coat was suited to the warmer climate and a cloak had been necessary before the moved to the capital. It was something his brother's and her mocked her over. In a twist of irony David, Menor's eldest son, shared the same flaw. When she had lashed back at him about it he'd only pursed his lips and sat back as the family, including his mate, smirked at him.
Splashing water over his head and flicking the water off of his ears, he stood, bringing the cross up to kiss in thanks for the nature he used daily. The journey would have been easier with a horse but it was the hard muscle working that he was after. He'd return to the coyote lands soon, he had no real wish to stray too far away but the lands were too small for him, the man who'd seen almost everything. Wincing as his ankle twitched, he looked around ignoring the small amount of strain. Perhaps a rest would be best.
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