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Machidael is by me!
Despite his analogies and attempts to explain, it seemed she simply did not understand. Machidael might have blamed it on the language barrier, but he was more apt to suspect she was stupid -- or a fake coyote, maybe. She didn't look very much like Sebante, after all. Maybe she was just a wolf pretender? He glowered at her and lifted both hands in apparent frustration with her words. He did not know how to make it any clearer -- the words simply weren't his to say. Perhaps if she'd spoke a proper language like Arabic instead of stupid and hard English. Even their writing was utterly nonsensical -- all hard and sharp curves that made his eyes hurt. Not that he understood Arabic writing any better, but at least that looked right to his eyes.
When she started growling, he couldn't stand it any more whether or not she was a coyote. Fuck off! he snapped at her. Brainless idiot girl, he added in Arabic, just for good measure. He wished he knew more insults that she might understand, but he could at least get the point across. A growl rumbled in his throat, and he hunched forward, almost into a crouch. Fuck off, he repeated, one hand snaking to the side as he groped for his spear. It wasn't a jabbing weapon, or a close range one, but he always made do anyway.
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