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Ithiel is by me!
Lystra shifted beneath him, sidling left and then right again, but the dark coyote stilled her with a murmured word and a stroke. His red eyes lingered on the stranger -- her odd garment, the cross about her neck, her red-orange eyes. The scent of blood caught his nose and he glanced about, sighting the strange contraption upon her leg. He had never seen its like before, and he made a half-curious twitch of one ear, though he did not comment or question it.
Her words confused him, and the dusky hybrid looked at her with a wrinkle to his muzzle, one eyebrow quirked. The bodies? he asked, not understanding. Glancing about with bloody-red eyes, his gaze fell upon the skulls, and he glanced back toward Willam and his head quirked to one side. The bodies of these skulls?
He hesitated, shrugging dark-tinged shoulders with a faint frown. Nowhere. Everywhere. I don't know, he confessed. Why? It was not every day a coyote showed up at their borders just to ask after the decor, and it had never occurred to him to inquire after the disposal of the bodies. Some had been plucked from graves, surely, but still more had been given over to Inferni after bloodshed. He ought to know -- he'd hung a skull or two along their perimeter.
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