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Tomahawk had been nodding off when she heard him, and she stood and spun around to face the coyote. Her hackles raised and she curled her lip at him. She owed him nothing, or so he had said during their last encounter. Tomahawk had gotten what she'd needed from him. She said nothing and instead made her intent clear with posturing. She was not here to talk, and she would definitely not be talking with him. Her only gift to him was not calling for her Khal to capture him as a slave... a thought that had crossed her mind on more than one occasion.