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Since the meeting, Ezekiel had made a point to travel further west on his patrols. He did so for various reasons, the first and foremost to mark his scent and ensure there was no question as to their expansion. The second was less exciting; he took his horses to graze, and took the time to hunt or gather some of the tall grass and plants they would need to survive the winter. Especially if, as he suspected, Viggo had taken Oblak. It would be a few months before he knew for sure, but the fact that the stallion had begun leaving her alone some suggested this was the case.
So involved in his hunting was the coyote that a full mile had become the distance between him and the horses. For this reason, when Vesper’s call came he did not seek the sound on horseback. With the fleet-footed steps of a hunter he moved, tracking her to the source. It took him several moments to arrive, but the smell was easy to follow along the cold breeze. Red paws took him towards the mottled woman, and at her side he eyeballed the dark stranger silently. Humanized, like the last girl. Mutt; he recognized the rosary and stilled suddenly. “Who are you?”
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