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jawahir recognizes the shape as wolf, but more importantly there is the khol around the eyes, the ragged gray along their back. these are telling features; this is a man that the jewel has encountered before.
he had not been so kind before. best to be wary - but not nervous either, as jawahir refused to be reduced to the status of prey for anyone.
surely my eyes deceive me, the courtesan calls, loud enough for the man to overhear.
here i thought you disliked my kind, and yet, fate draws you close to me again. hmm.
the coyote saunters closer with the prideful bearing of any wolf, slowing within a patch of cool grass while the stars wink overhead. the man is already moving on, clearly unimpressed with the sight.
oh, come now. i am not so hard to look at. i only bite if you ask nicely.