He did not reply to her further apologies, rendering it not useful to continue that particular conversation. What was to be gained? The dark feline did not mind the confusion that others found when speaking to him, although he once did, and greatly at that. Now, however, he knew that it was as surprising to them as a talking rat would be to him. It simply did not happen.. although his bilingual tendencies reduced his confusion greatly in conversing with the other species.
Upon her asking how he knew of the coyote pack, which was indeed the only one he knew, he licked his chest a few times, not answering right away. It was quite the convoluted story, he knew, and for some reason he could not stop finding himself at Inferni's borders every once in a while, or otherwise, in this case, Inferni's coyotes finding their way to him.
"There is history there," he said, not letting go too much information, but allowing her to ask questions. Bad history, yes, but some good too - he had come to many a realization, and made many a good friend through the hot-blooded band of canines.
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