A wolf howls not far from you. The sound of padding nears you and quickly a coyote is before you. He’s imposing, but doesn't seem to be looking at You like a meal, and rust colored. From behind him a slim figure walks towards you.
The man meets you at eye level and raises a dainty brow, “What? Never seen a wolf before?” his hand is on the coyotes head. He doesn't seem to feel as if he's in danger. “Or a prince?” he smirks. “Don't be too shocked, we didn't come for you.”
He stands back up and looks over your shoulder a moment, than down the coyote - or red wolf - at his feet. “Unless you ARE a fan of my Master’s? Good for you, seems you’ve got good taste.”
His clear eyes glance you up and down again. He nods appreciatively. “We’d like to thank you. My Master hopes you will read to the end.” He smiles down at you, the smile a little too big for his face, “And, don't tell her I've said so, but she's love if you were to help her fix it up? Any comments you can make - good or bad, it's best to be a little harsh with her, I've found - would be much welcomed.” He says and winks.
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~Mik, author of "The Deceased God's Spirit World Miss" and the spin off, "Hidden Schemes" +more
