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At her approach, the coyote's hackles raised, and as she pressed further, he gave a shrill bark that she snapped at, ears angling back. Still, she had succeeded in riling it; Zahir stepped back, to examine the coyote.

Dog. The word was foreign to her, as were many others in the coyote-dog's sentence. Its last words were of respect, and Zahir couldn't help but smirk softly. "I will tell you that I am a hunter." She found the coyote-dog intriguing, for a reason she didn't yet understand.