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The jackal rose and began to close up his bag when the order came from the Aquila. He turned and eyed the pile of stones with distaste. It was a coward’s tactic, to set traps like that, and he despised the idea that one of their own might have done such a thing. Yet who else would have come? The wolf that claimed kinship with Gabriel had been long gone, and he was a frightful boy that barely left the area around the Mansion before fleeing back home.
One of the old bandages was handed to the Aquila. Enkiel’s dark eyes studied the stones and he finally spoke, knowing that Ezekiel would suspect the same thing. “This was done by a coyote.” No wolf would have gotten so far into their borders. No wolf would have had the time to find and bury stones or know which trails were most often taken during patrols. Someone from within their fold had done this great misdeed.
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