03-26-2009, 11:52 AM
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As soon as she began to speak, his ears and eyes focused on her alone, face calm and open. He had learned that words were the true power of all things. No matter the physical prowess of a man, by listening to him his character and ability could be judged. This was what Ezekiel was doing now; studying the painted woman through her speech. She reminded him of Tristan, once more, and he felt a quiet ache of nostalgia for the man who had served as his teacher, father, and brother during those times.
Though his tail wagged playfully at her offer, his eyes turned sharp. Quickly the lean body of the coyote was moving, jumping forward. He rushed low, but jumped to the side and attempted to get to the thick scruff of fur atop her neck.
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