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He might have to pay the vulture later, for taking away his hopes of feasting on sun-roasted wolf. But anything still living was not a part of the bargain, so he helped the weakened wolf stand, and provided support as they made their way toward the Oasis. He felt the burning warmth of her pelt, and as beautiful as it was with its mahogany highlights, he imagined it must make her feel as though she was damn near boiling on the inside. 

The other woman had the build of a hardened traveler, and caught his eye with her strength and willingness to help. She eyed the vulture, and he smiled. "He belongs only to himself," He said, keen to keep the true nature of their relationship somewhat exclusive. "But he does enjoy my leftovers," He said instead.