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Her enthusiasm made his skin crawl with envy. She was young, he thought, and would eventually realize how unexciting talking was. The boy nodded to her latest question about food before turned around and neatly stacking the skins on top of each other. Gentle sounds of sand shifting off the walls filled the silent caves, softy echoing.
One request after another came shooting in the air until the coyote turned back around. He nodded again, gazing slightly down at her with dull eyes. It occurred to him that he had barely eaten much himself upon joining, the thought being brushed off immediately when it came to him while he worked.
Though Citlali highly doubted being able to carry an entire loaf of meat for Wretch, he supposed he should help. The boy gestured with his ginger white fingers to continue down the tunnel towards the storage. Unfortunately, he also doubted that he would have the courage to teach the pup how to make leather. The process was long, to long possibly for the attention span of a young wolf. But he would still try.
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