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Tomahawk narrowed her eyes, unsure of what to think of this... Topaz. She seemed overly curious and liked to over share to somebody who had only uttered a single word to her. Hawk tried to remember if all coyotes were like this, or if Topaz was just a fluke. The fact that she boasted being a coy wolf was not something Tomahawk needed (let alone, wanted) to hear, though she kept that hidden for now.

"I'm a wolf," she said, wondering if the near-stranger would try and correct her. As far as Tomahawk was concerned, she always had been, and always would be, a wolf. Calling herself a coyote was a farce that she had long ago abandoned. She couldn't care less what others thought of her—she knew what she was, even if everybody else in the world was blind to it.