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He smiled again, however slight. He did not move, not even stir, though she demanded with a growl that he leave. "I've been watching," he said silkily. "I look out for my own, even those who would rather be another species," he said, his eyes focused on hers, hardly blinking. "The wolves are sure to appreciate a gift, a gift only you could give them. The gift of more coyotes to raise among them, to serve them." Slaves, though the very thought made him want to wretch. "Hybrid's would not suffice."