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There, just ahead of him in a clearing where the dense wood parted to leave way for a glade that mirrored the light from the moon overhead, Tadec spotted a specimen. Her coat pattern was unusual, marking her in russet and shadow. Even from where he stood on rawboned appendages, the coyote could see her peculiarities.

Tip-toeing forward, the thief peered through the brush at the mutt woman. This, he did not know, but Tadec would assume that she did not carry the unmarred blood of a full wolf. Her size granted her height over him, but her hide seemed so streamlined and unnatural. The moonlighter fidgeted in place for several long minutes. His dull bronze optics drank in her coat like a parched fiend.