Running Again
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Oh, he was jumpy. A skittish coyote, it seemed. One rather taller than him, a bit bulkier too. But completely silent, which was rather odd. A vow of silence, or something wrong with his tongue? Perhaps it had been cut out. Who knew? Well, obviously the coyote did. But he didn't seem quite capable of telling, even if he were so inclined.

Sebastian neatly slipped down, catching the branch in his hands before dropping to the ground in front of the tall coyote. The Italian rested one hand on his hip, letting his other arm hang down by his side as he flashed the bigger male a bright smile.

"You cannot speak," he surmised with a sagely nod to the fuzzy man before him. "What are you asking? What I was doing up there?"


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