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"I'm always nice," said Dusty Rose, and then a dark shadow of a wolf appeared out of the ether. Sad man, the coywolf labeled him at once. Then he confirmed it and —

Bad man, he thought, amusing himself. It really was typical, though. Wolves and their borders. They hadn't taken anything, had they?

But he was being nice. So he stood with his bottle brush tail waving limply and his liquid blue eyes gazing at the man in polite interest.

"Hello," he said, his tone chirpy.