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Terra grinned, still completely cocky. The frown fazed her even less than the glare did. Frowns could mean a lot of things. Terra knew that for the female before her it meant she wouldn't give up her food without a fight, but Terra was used to such oppositions before a meal. Uncurling Terra strode closer to the horse. She paused to examine it, noting the blue bridle and small pack. It probably held the coyote's supplies. Hopefully it didn't hold a weapon.
Turning she fixed sharp green eyes on the female's golden ones. It's a good thing I'm traveling then. You should eat. Terra was just being polite, of course. After the meat was handed out she would happily help herself to it. Hearing the question she cocked her head, eyes laughing at the one before her. Does it matter? She wasn't going anywhere. This female seemed fairly entertaining, and Terra wasn't going back to her pack for at least a short while.
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