The mountain comes to town

Ithiel de le Poer · 02-14-2012, 05:29 AM

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The dark man hung back to the edges of the tent, content to watch the display with his impassive red eyes. They gleamed brightly at his species-kin, though Ithiel made no move to stop the silly man. It was not his job. Though he knew coyotes to be superior on the whole, there were bad apples of every bunch, and Ithiel hadn't been elected savior of the foolish coyotes in the world. He therefore simply stood by Myrika's side as she passed over the wares of the room, though even she turned to watch with him as the tension increased.

Ithiel's gaze narrowed as the coyote opened his mouth to speak, but his eyes were not on the coyote's mouth or eyes. Ithiel saw the flash of steel and his eyes widened again, incredulous at the foolishness of his species-kin. What hope did he have against an armored foe with a little knife? There were weak points to every piece of armor, certainly, but those were difficult to catch, and as the coyote had already learned, made more difficult still by the fact that there was a live wolf defending himself.

Rie, the shopkeeper, chattered angrily from behind his counter, lapsing into a language Ithiel could not begin to understand. The sounds of the angry Dutchman filled the tent, and Ithiel, paying no mind to the coyote on the floor a few feet behind him, spoke in a loud voice. He showed steel, the coyote explained, and Rie fell silent, though the flustered look did not fade from his face. He did not know if the big wolf had seen the flash of steel. If he hadn't, Ithiel was right to suspect him as a troublemaker, but his species-kin had provoked, as well. The shopkeeper, rattled as he was, shouted something in Dutch at the coyote on the floor. Though the language was unintelligible to Ithiel and perhaps the coyote on the floor, the message was clear, accentuated by the extended finger pointing toward the tent entrance.

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