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Pixie chuckled lightly along with Faolin, but was cut off by a sudden hiccup. Shrugging it off, she asked, “Is Inferni just the pack where you coyotes go? Come to think about it, I haven’t seen a lot of your kind around Crimson Dreams.” Bangle, a coywolf, was the closest to a coyote she had met since arriving at ‘Souls, and he lived in Cercatori D’Arte. “You don’t look like a full coyote anyways. It looks to me like you have some dog blood in you.” She didn’t mean the statement as an insult, just an observation, but if she hadn’t just consumed a good portion of a bottle of whiskey she might have known a little better.
“Is your father a wolf? Or a dog? Or just a large coyote?” she asked, not thinking of how her question could offend someone. She felt the need to sit down as well—everything around her seemed a little out of proportion and she needed to regain her senses—but one look at the snowy ground stopped her. She could deal with standing up if it meant preventing her ass from getting cold. Even if she laid her cloak down like a blanket, it was too thin and worn out to protect her; she needed real clothing, or at least a real blanket.
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