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"Most do," Jaws returned simply with a shrug. He knew he was the exception, an erstwhile loner that was still trying to adapt to pack life, succeeding in many areas but still not blossoming into a more sociable wolf and he had his doubts if he ever would fully integrate.

The coywolf had no idea of the name of his birth area, it was not something he had learned before being abandoned and having to spend every last scrap of energy just trying to stay alive. He knew it only directionally, and that yes, it was colder in general than here. "It was sometimes," he answered vaguely. "But whether its cold or heat you always got something to deal with."