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indent The trail Gabriel followed was well worn from constant patrol. His pace was an even trot, tail hanging evenly from his spine, head high and looking wholly unconcerned with the world around him. Of course, he was aware of the forest; he could hear the birds, screaming at squirrels, small animals rushing along the underbrush, and smell the scents of running water and deer droppings. These weren’t the only things he noticed, however—a stranger’s scent came across the area, and the Aquila continued on his way towards it.
indentHe found the source, a coyote outside of the borders. There was no scent on him to suggest that he was from a pack, or even from the area. The doggish hybrid came to a halt near one of the pikes, and called out. “Can I help you?”






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