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Fox chose denial, earning a silent snort from her mate. While she and the gray pup continued their conversation, he sauntered back over to the coyote's carcass. It was small and mangy. He curled his lip, then bent to his task, tearing off the fur and skin to expose the glistening pink and red meat underneath. When that was done, he chewed through the tissues connecting one of the forelegs to the body, then carried the limb over to Fox. He dropped it beside her, to be consumed at her leisure.

"Help yourself," he said to Eljay, rolling a shoulder toward the remains. He had just asked for more details about the pups. Four boys, he inwardly answered, though he remained mum, letting Fox field the question intended for her.