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She bloomed when she laughed, and Tumbleweed canted his head to see how her eyes lit, and the corners of her lips pulled back and creased slightly. It wasn't often that he provoked a laugh from her, so he savoured the moment as discreetly as he could, his cheeks burning hot. He hoped he would remember the sound of her laughter- and that he might hear it again. 

He stopped nimbly when she moved forward to block him, and regarded her with merriment as she began to school him like a child. He allowed her, without interruption or dismissive gesture, though the spreading grin on his face might've been some indication that he wasn't simply going to comply with her discouragement. "Oh, we'll see them again. They're always watching for the next easy meal, and they know coyfolk know where to find it." He said. "And they're not like crows- they don't give a damn about hoarding gemstones, they're useless to them. All they want is food, easy food that's already been killed for them." He said. "Tell you what. The next time that sunworshipping coyote comes our way, we'll make vulture-food out of her, and use her corpse to bargain with. That'd be satisfying, wouldn't it?" He grinned.