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Beautiful one

He wasn't sure he had ever been called beautiful before, but he wasn't a humble man, and so he knew how striking he was. He merely raised an eyebrow at the woman and watched closely as her soft, graceful form moved a little closer. It was then he realized she was coyote and not wolf. He had never spent much time with their cousins, only seen them from time to time. Most of his young adult life had been spent in solitude, so he really hadn't spent much time with anyone—not for any length of time anyway.

The tone of her voice further grasped his focus, and he watched her with silent interest. When she finished introducing herself and her pack, he gave her a slight nod. Kallik, he answered in return. I'm looking for my cousin, Merrit. Have you heard of anyone by that name? He had come here to gather information, regardless of how the inviting look from the stranger made his stomach clench.