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The brazen nature of this coyote was beyond her. If this was any indication of the entire species, Tomahawk wanted nothing to do with them. So far, they had met, exchanged names, species, and now this one thought she was friendly enough to go on a hunt? That was just... not how it worked.

"No," replied Hawk in a flat tone. What on earth would make her want to hunt with some stranger? Such a thing was unheard of, and she would not be taking part in this madness. Hawk could find her own food, and she expected everybody else to do the same. This wasn't some yuppie co-op, and they certainly weren't pack-mates.