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It didn't take long for the coyote to feel utterly useless.
He wandered his way across the sun-soaked Occasus Promontorium, observing the severe lack of snow here. Even the sand by the ocean had a dusting of it but for the most part, snow only peeked out from shadowed areas. Shading his eyes against the mid-day sun, Akello reasoned that it made total sense. The ocean had never failed to coax snow away from the land, to lift and move it so it did not settle nearby, and the sun had never failed to aid its escape.
Dropping his knapsack on one of the many smooth, flat rocks that lay about as though purposely placed, Akello stretched out on his back, sighing lightly. The prospect of relaxing for once in his life wasn't altogether unwelcome, but served to leave him feeling as though there were things he could better do with his time. One nailed hand pulled the knapsack onto his muscled stomach, one hand steadying it there against his breathing and the other rummaging inside it for the book he had stolen from a drunken wolf in the last bar he had visited before picking Faolin up out of the ocean.
He didn't know the title — it was bound in black leather with no writing on the front — but from the little he had read from it about a man lovesick for his daughter, but only in the strictly correct way, and in hate with his wife for neglecting her, it was enjoyable. Opening the pages to where he'd dog-eared it, Akello settled back on the rock and lifted it to eye level, sighing once again.
And unbeknownst to him, a ring — a simple silver band studded with an interminable and complete diamond-shaped emerald that he had stolen from some woman wolf a while back, that he had intended to give to Faolin but had withdrawn the idea after meeting Gabriel — had rolled from his bag when he withdrew the book and lay glimmering in the tough grass below his chosen sunbed.
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It didn't take long for the coyote to feel utterly useless.
He wandered his way across the sun-soaked Occasus Promontorium, observing the severe lack of snow here. Even the sand by the ocean had a dusting of it but for the most part, snow only peeked out from shadowed areas. Shading his eyes against the mid-day sun, Akello reasoned that it made total sense. The ocean had never failed to coax snow away from the land, to lift and move it so it did not settle nearby, and the sun had never failed to aid its escape.
Dropping his knapsack on one of the many smooth, flat rocks that lay about as though purposely placed, Akello stretched out on his back, sighing lightly. The prospect of relaxing for once in his life wasn't altogether unwelcome, but served to leave him feeling as though there were things he could better do with his time. One nailed hand pulled the knapsack onto his muscled stomach, one hand steadying it there against his breathing and the other rummaging inside it for the book he had stolen from a drunken wolf in the last bar he had visited before picking Faolin up out of the ocean.
He didn't know the title — it was bound in black leather with no writing on the front — but from the little he had read from it about a man lovesick for his daughter, but only in the strictly correct way, and in hate with his wife for neglecting her, it was enjoyable. Opening the pages to where he'd dog-eared it, Akello settled back on the rock and lifted it to eye level, sighing once again.
And unbeknownst to him, a ring — a simple silver band studded with an interminable and complete diamond-shaped emerald that he had stolen from some woman wolf a while back, that he had intended to give to Faolin but had withdrawn the idea after meeting Gabriel — had rolled from his bag when he withdrew the book and lay glimmering in the tough grass below his chosen sunbed.