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As he had grew older, curiosity and a want of learning came to slowly replace the strange childhood apathy that had once been there. Oh, he still liked the quiet and the silence, but only to a certain extent. Loneliness was something he had come to learn as people moved away, one by one, and he sought out the substitute company unknowingly. Strangers' voices attracted him in a moth to a flame even though he still thought himself awkward in front of anyone that wasn't family. Okay, he said. Fish was the main component of his diet and so it was inevitable that he had a taste for it 'else he might have gone insane by now. Rabbits and mice were rarer and so he preferred them more for their variety, but maybe these river fish would be more interesting than their sea-faring counterparts.



Teach me how to make a fire, the coyote pup added as an afterthought. It would not be long before he learned how to shift and learning how to cultivate a flame was one of the things that topped his list of things to do and learn afterwards. Even thousands of years after man had first struck a fire in the woods and created light, creatures were still fascinate with the concept. What was it, after all? Not a solid, a liquid, or a gas. It was energy. Pure, burning energy, like the stars in the sky. And it amazed him.
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