Sunbeam Lair In the mirror, you're brushing over

The coywolf gave a short, sage nod; there was no need for further explanation. These things happened, right? There was a corresponding spike of sympathy anyway, but Dusty Rose didn't let it reach his face.

"That sounds nice," he lied, imagining a place secluded summer and winter. Was it easier to access in the spring and fall? "Kinda lonely, though," he couldn't help but add — he tried to be as honest a creature as he could.

Y'know. When it suited him.

This cavern seemed equally secluded, even though they had both come to find it occupied on this day. Dusty Rose thought the whole area was sort of lonely, which was why he hadn't fought just a little harder to return to Mahler and his pack. He wondered if they were still there, for a moment — and almost made up his mind to visit before he was distracted once more.

"Oh, hey — I'm lookin' for someone," he said, his brushy tail whirling once more. "She looks kinda like me? But not as cute, and sorta meaner, y'know? Her name's Lonesome Dove."

He held his breath. Had Etienne seen her?