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Aye, not tryna pull any of that, Draper replied, glancing out over the land sprawled out below them once again. Thinkin' there's a lot o' them down there, though. Smelled quite a few 'round here. Draper shifted from one foot to the other, feeling the snow crunch under his feet. He wasn't accustomed to the cooler weather just yet, although his coat had grown plenty well the months before.

My family name is Featherwind. Guessin' we can call ourselves that unless ya got a better one. Been thinkin' that little place down there would make a good base. Plenty o' food to go 'round. Draper took a few careful steps toward the edge of the view, gesturing for Rigel to come over and take a look. From up here, it didn't look like much, but it had more prey than anywhere else he had seen in days. No wolves living there was just an added bonus.

In the end, the two coyotes went their separate ways, but there were no hard feelings on Draper's side. He'd find others; he was sure of it.