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She had an urge to hit him, then and there. Her eyes looked him up and down; this thin thing, she thought she could hurt if she had to. Alma wasn't an experienced fighter, but she thought for sure she was stronger than him; wood-chopping and archery certainty hadn't made her weak. Yet, he was a coyote and she wanted to give him the benefit of a doubt. Perhaps this one hadn't seen true cruelty yet, and would not understand until it was thrust in front of him. "If you disbelieve, then you are welcome to come north and talk with those who have been attacked." Her eyes were untrusting, and her body language was still dominant - but her face held a neutral expression.
"As for what I wish to find, I need something that could be traded for weapons, or something that might help our Rescario-" She paused, realizing that term probably wouldn't be familiar to the coyote; it certainty hadn't been when she joined, -healer. We have many wounded." That was all she was willing to say on that subject - it had suddenly occurred to her that he might be from another clan, although he didn't smell of one.
The coyote acknowledged his comment of staying and talking with a slight nod, and ignored the rest. She moved to the slide, so he stood beside her rather than behind her while she worked. Alma began once again to dig through the rubble, sending debris flying this way and that.
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