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to his chagrin and awe, the creature spoke! their accent was thick and syrupy, but pharaoh ascertained two things: that the animal was ignorant of their surroundings, and that they were male. ramesses turned his lazuli eyes back to the coyote. he was struck at once by her mien and charmed by the cool way in which he was addressed.
the man turned and motioned toward the mesa. "that is akashingo." he regarded her with interest. "it would be a more fitting place for you than the snow."
but his focus was recaptured by the Bes-thing. "what are you?" his tones were intrigued, commanding. strangers against the corner of the mesa were indeed his for consideration. 
ramesses loathed this season.
but against the snow he knew himself to be quite striking indeed.