Emberwood [m] Internet killed the video star

The coywolf was at rest, or as close to rest as he got when the kids were around. He was sprawled on his back, wriggling to chase them with his gaping jaws. While he was making a snap for one, another would flank him and bite his paws or his face. He was bloodied already by their needlike teeth, but his tail still swept idly through the dirt as first one and then the other captured his attention and became his next target.

Then an odd prickle went down his spine. He sat up, putting an abrupt end to the game, to the protest of two annoying little voices. He gazed off into the wind, his nostrils flaring and his ears on the swivel.

"Uncle Tybault's home," he said, just a little shocked by the revelation. Not just that, but — "Reina's with him."

Did kids remember that far back?

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