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Though he did not see what the boy was doing, if he had Gabriel would have been pleased. The need to hide ones own tracks, especially at that age, was an instinct that survival demanded. Familiar things had been done during the war in the south-west. Moving in single-file as opposed to a large, unorganized group had made their size seem much smaller. As militaristic as the coyotes had been, it was amazing they had suffered as many losses as they had. Most of this was due to their smaller size. Gabriel too had been the victim of such an attack; he, fortunately, had walked away with a scar. The wolf had been left in a bloody heap for the crows. Very few members of Inferni hid old meat, knowing well enough that it would be taken by the next scavenger to come around. The Waste was unforgiving. Ravens, crows, and numerous other land buzzards took residence alongside the coyotes. “You might as well take him with you,” the Aquila said, speaking over his shoulder to the Veritas. “He’s going to be spending the night with us.” There was no reason for a boy to sleep alone at that age. |