Sunset Valley Under the moon

The nearer he came, the clearer it was to Kin that this shewolf was a member of the differently-shaped club — but her heritage was of no consequence to him; perhaps all he really did need to see were two ears and a tail.

"Some say that's desireable," said Kincaid, still unsure whether or not his company was welcome. "But me, I get antsy. Sometimes it feels as I'm the only one left in the world." At least, this was what he'd begun to feel since leaving Nine Lives in the dust. It was not a pleasant notion to have stuck in one's head, and he was glad of his little friend to dispell it.

"I'm Kincaid," he told her, sweeping a brief but silly bow. "I kin git if you'd rather, but I been hankerin' for conversation this past four hunn'rd miles. 'haps I could pay you in a meal, if you'd oblige me."