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When the returning song was friendly, the coywolf thought nothing of closing the distance between them. There was a whisper of instinct telling him to chase off this contender, female or no — but either his wolf blood was too strong or his bond with Reverie was too weak. He couldn't bring himself to see any threat in her. Especially not once he was close enough to see their similarities.

"Hey," he chirped, liquid blue eyes bright an inquisitive. "You don't look like you're from around here. Not anymore than me, I mean."

Was she from the Red Desert, too? Dusty Rose doubted it, but he wanted to know more about her either way.

"My name's Dusty Rose," he added, remembering his manners.