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She answered, and confirmed his suspicion. There were few excuses for a coyote to run with a species that so commonly disdained them. Even she, who lived among them, did not do so as an equal. She was a fool to think she ever could. "Why?" he pressed. "What does it mean to be a wolf?" He had his own ideas. She would not agree them, of this he was certain.