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Cercelee had heard the soft jingling before she ever spotted the male. Or rather smelled him. It wasn’t the sight of the coyote that intrigued her, but rather the scent he carried on his pelt. Inferni. It was the scent that made Cercelee decided that yes, she had returned to this woods for just such an encounter. Perhaps it was foolish to come unguarded, there were those who would like to see her dead, coyotes for whom the war was over but the bloodshed not, notably Hybrid who had a job to finish with her. Still, she hadn’t wanted an escort, Cercelee was prepared to take what the fates threw at her. Cercelee stopped short of the male a mere two yards away, close enough for them to speak but not so close as to force any confrontation. For a long moment she stood there, navy eyes sizing him up as he was sure to be doing her, not that there was much to size up as she was smaller than most coyotes, a runt of wolves.
Finally her soft, musical voice found itself, smooth and calm. Inferni I take it? Of course he was from Inferni, but the unspoken question lingered in the air. Was this male of any importance in Inferni or did Cer have to search further?
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