Lion Head Mesa (ap) sympathy butters no parsnips

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Oh! How silly and self-centered of her! Of course the coyote would not have had the time to devote to her requests... they had been quite busy establishing a pack, and then fighting a war. And all of that was on top of suffering a very personal loss. 

Ruenna's bashfulness was genuine. How could she have expected this canine to realistically have obtained what she desired?

Because it is a coyote, and inner voice whispered. An object to be used. A barrier and a frustration, at times. But not a person.  

Perhaps it was a result of the drinking, but Ruenna's own inner dialogue surprised her. She was not overly fond of coyotes, first and foremost because they had been responsible for the demise of Blacktail Deer Plateau... but she had had every intention of coming here tonight with an open mind. It wasn't as if this coyote had been one of those that had overrun her beloved Plateau. 

"I.. of course." Ruenna swallowed thickly, battling back her inner demons. "You have me at a disadvantage.. I don't have your name." A name was the first step in humanizing this person, after all.