Where the fuck had he come from?
Though with her eyes and ears peeled looking for coyotes, she supposed a dark yearling might slip by. Didn’t look much older than her, not really. And now that he was here, it was obvious he stunk like others – like pack. Marisol had a good fucking point. What kind of pack let a hoard of coyotes make camp just outside their borders?
Her mouth twitched – nope, no longer the time to steal, not with the intended victim right there. Well, the pack was safe (from Namir’s tricks) for the time being – which lead to more imminent concerns.
Despite the fact that they were talking, not quiet at all, didn’t even have a scrap of food on them – the coyotes were getting closer. She’d blame the stranger for bringing them in. “Nope. Passin’ by – she’s right though, y’all got an awful lotta vermin bein’ so near a pack. Y’gonna help us run ‘em off or what?”
If nothing else, they could scavenge the kill – and frankly, once Crow had her fill, she didn’t give a shit if the pack wolf decided to drag the rest home (or not). It wasn’t like she could take it with her as she went.