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Tomahawk was used to the insults, but it didn't make them hurt any less. She watched as the real coyote (she could call herself a coywolf all she wanted to, but it didn't make it true) spun and ran off. Hawk hardened her expression, then went back to her business, testing the air and keeping her ears open for any wolf packs nearby. Sooner or later, she was bound to run into one. Whether or not they would accept her was an entirely different story, and one that had always ended in disappointment.