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Blue eyes half closed, and a narrow muzzle succumbed to gravity until it rested on scarred legs. Only an occasionally twitching ear showed that the coywolf was still alert, but for all intents and purposes, she might have had dozed off. Truthfully, this was about as close to sleeping as she’d allow herself in neutral territory; she didn’t think, only lay and observed, felt the sunlight on her pelt or smelled the grass or heard a splash in the lake ahead.
Vesper lifted her head, her ear swiveling forward as she watched ripples spread out from where the group of ducks was flapping for safety, quacking and squabbling as they transitioned from water to sky. Amused, she drew her forelegs underneath her and sat up, leaning forward slightly as she saw a drenched tan head bob up from the water. The failed hunter paddled forward, and quickly the scarred hybrid reclaimed her casual posture, lolling half on her side and pretending that she hadn’t noticed as the stranger—a coyote—pulled herself onto the shore.
“Nice day for a swim?” the Centurion asked, not even looking at the other. A smirk twitched her lips and threatened to betray her laughter.
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