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Ah, she had seen him. Tadec lowered his skull toward the ground, pulling her scent toward him in a few quiet sniffs. There was the marring of her aroma by that of a pack. He found it interesting that the wolf-kind would allow her within their ranks. Still, the prowler could not speak well for the half of his blood that – too – carried wolf through his veins. He greatly preferred the lineage of a coyote. Tadec would sooner claim himself to be only that, but his size betrayed him. While he was small and smokey, he was still larger than his coyote brethren.

A summons rang through the glade and Tadec's bat-like ears swiveled atop his crown to her. His head rose upward and the limber little fiend scuttled from the brush and into the open. The light from the moon overhead struck against the bronze of his back and shoulders, showering him in firelight. Tadec moved toward her and closed the space that they had shared in a few long strides.