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More noise; this time words he recognized, lilting with a familiar accent. That voice wasn't one he knew (not that it mattered, coyotes weren't known for their alliances). It was better for Rigel that he had found another coyote anyway. Better that than another hungry wolf.

He sauntered closer but stopped at a safe distance - er, tried to anyway, slipped on some ice and smoothly transitioned that in to his stride, making it seem like it was on purpose. Rigel studied the stranger's face for a second and smirked. Aye?