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Rigel. He shot back. The stranger did not appear to be dangerous which was nice, as coyotes could range from utterly feral and frothing to genial, most of the ones he had encountered being terminally doomed by the resident wolf packs. Would this guy be the same? Hopefully not. Rigel had seen enough of his friends get torn to pieces by now.

Aligning himself with other coyotes is easy though. It is the best route, especially with winter in full-force. Could be, the man remarks, unless you have plans to raid any wolf packs. Last territory I found with wolves didn't go so well. He was the sole survivor but had managed the weight of that loss with relative ease; it wasn't like he had a choice. A fresh bite would be nice, aye, and not somma that old dead shit neither.