Ankyra Sound five twenty six, nineteen ninety.

Yes. Could be worse.

The coyote tilted his head a little, considering the wolf before him. They were a thoughtful pair and the brief silence wasn't uncomfortable. What did this wolf think about, he wondered. Had he known a kind life or a cruel one? Was he going somewhere or simply anywhere?

He had questions, but so too did the wolf. At least one. Ah. Sorcerer's mouth curved with small smile. I didn't. I am Nahualli.

Who are you?