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Machidael is by me!
As he leaned to pick up the next trinket, a flutter of motion caught his eye. Machidael looked up and narrowed bloody red eyes at the canine lurking, well-hidden amongst the city's debris and overgrowth. His fingers brushed against something and he picked it up, but his gaze did not waver from the newcomer, who approached him boldly.
Her greeting was a friendly hello, but her question confused him. Machi took a moment to ponder it, snakelike head cocking to one side, though his eyes never left the earthen-hued creature. She was smaller than a wolf and browner, too, than wolves usually were. Did that mean she was a coyote? She didn't look much like Sebante, but he was the only coyote Machidael had ever met, at least to his knowledge.
Coyote you? he asked, pointing at her. Help what? he demanded, guttural English slow and laced with the thick accent of his mother tongue. Help find? Help keep? Machi was not one to refuse help, but what was she asking -- and what would she want in return? The rusty-hued hybrid was naturally wary, but his curiosity about her heritage and her offer kept him from telling her to fuck off, at least thus far.
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