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To her surprise, it was not a fellow coyote that responded to her call, but a moose. She was female, with an elongated face and a brown pelt. Spindly legs supported her bulk, and eyes that sparked of intelligence looked out from her face. Artemis was hoping for a canine, but at least the moose was company. A small smile touched her maw, and she strode toward the moose. She halted a few meters away, dipping her head in greeting. Moose where wanders, perhaps this one had seen coyotes somewhere? Maybe she could direct Artemis to them. Hope blossomed in the lonely girls chest, and she looked up at the moose. "Greetings, Ma'am. I search for my kin. Coyote. I am lonely. You help?" 

She spoke haltingly, new to the comin tongue here. These words she had mastered, yet accent still clung to them. She echoed back some of the moose's words, trying to capture her pronunciation.
She he did not know that in this time of famine, wolves had taken to eating coyotes if they could be caught. She knew wolves thought little of her kind, but she held them in the same regard.