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We go to cave now? S'ari asked, lifting her snout and smelling the air, searching for the signs of an impending storm. Or when the next one comes? She stood, willing to follow his lead if he did mean now.

Your common seems better, she said. S'ari should make an effort to learn your language, as well. She was going to, you see, and then she fell ill. The coyote frowned. Her illness had taken months of time from her, time she would never get back. That thought still bothered her, though she wasn't sure why. She was young. It was not as though she would keel over dead in a year's time. But... time was all she had. It was all anyone had. And she hated to waste it.