Lost Creek Hollow Those Who Wander

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the tank of a man smiled back. he might almost be a coywolf as well with the ears, but no coywolf was his size, and a sniff revealed that he did not smell right at all. such a shame. ah well – not everyone could be a coyote.

ah. but coyote he might not have been – at least someone outside his siblings had a dedication to banter. none of these gloomy, boring wolves snarling in the mud.

“oh, just taking a walk. seeing the sights. but this weather...just miserable.” condor sighed. well, perhaps it wasn’t entirely the weather, so much as the mud and rain and cold and the lack of food offered before him.

and that response. was this not just some new sort of wolf hybrid but another buzzard he’d found? eugh. buzzard was only tolerable by virtue of their shared blood. condor would kill for them, and in the meantime he’d complain every single time he even thought of their filthy coat. but buzzard, at least, found the mud and rain just as disgusting as they should.

condor shook his head. “don’t tell me. you enjoy this.”