Otter Creek Does it hurt to feel so high?

"You sister sounds like a gem," said the coywolf, who thought that any similarities between himself and others were worthy of admiration. He still thought he'd like to meet this Suzu, but he hadn't yet made it up to the coast.

Suzu sounded sensible, but so did Etienne, most of the time. He seemed so smart and level-headed, but this guy — whoever he was — had dug into his psyche like a tick. There was probably some allegory that Slow West would've made out of it. Lyme disease and broken hearts or something else just as half-baked and sentimental. Without such inclinations, Dusty Rose was content to label the guy a bug and leave it at that.

"Well," said Dusty, frustrated still with this impasse but knowing it was not really his business. All he had was what was right in front of him, and haranguing Etienne's absent love wasn't doing either of them any good. "I hope it works out," was all he could really say. "But if it doesn't, you should look me up. Or maybe do that anyway, when you've got the time and inclination. I'm with a pack called Hearthwood, now. They're just up the mountain chain from where we met, down in the foothills."