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Tomahawk narrowed her eyes at him. (Or had she ever ceased to do so since he'd first spoken?) "And how would you know what they like?" she retorted. They had wanted her as a translator, and so she had translated. If they wanted to use her for other purposes, she would do as they pleased. All they needed to do was ask it of her. Of course, she knew the game that the coyote was playing, and it was not one she wished to play for much longer (if at all). "You know what? I don't even care. Go away." Toma growled lowly, tail twitching with annoyance.