birds of a feather
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He would admit kids were not his strong suit. He didn't understand them at all. The coyote lifted his hands away from the sand, not sure if he should continue to help her or let her figure it out on her own. He inclined his head slightly when she spoke, nodding slowly. 'Yes, you will,' he agreed, eying the minimal progress she was making. Why the child had picked the beach of all places! Hopefully the tide wouldn't come up this high. It'd destroy any semblance of a hole she'd made. The sky was overcast as well, threatening to wash away the den and possibly the child too. 'Want my help?' he finally asked, drumming his fingers on his knee.

Giggle was taken aback by her reply, but didn't say anything. Oh, kids were confusing. A moment later she spoke again, this time questioning him about a monster. A monster? Well, hell, Etcetera wasn't that bad and he had burned the fur off himself. 'No, it wasn't a monster.' He tried to reassure her, recalling what she'd said earlier again. She seemed fixated on that topic. Had she been attacked by someone? He looked at her curiously. 'Zana... what kind of monster attacked you?' he asked, hesitant to make her think about something that traumatized her but still curious. He shifted his weight and glanced at the sky before looking back to her, hoping the sky would hold out long enough for them to finish their conversation, at least.





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