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Coyote lets loose a soft snort of amusement at the man's complaints, a well-meaning, apologetic smile coming to his face. Coyote pulls the saddle from his horse's back and lays it on top of a rock, untangling and laying the girths, crupper, and collar flat. "I s'ppose you're right about that."...

Coyote listens intently, brow dipped in the middle, and nods. Musta been rough, carrai. "Just not ready yet. Got a bit more learning to do." "Ain't we all." He takes another bite, grumbling softly to himself, and glances up at the sky. Sun was getting high, and Yorel sounded a little...

Coyote nods slowly, appreciating a piece of dried fruit as Vulps speaks, "And yet you keep trottin' on. May not be easy, but whats livin' for rarely is." "Mm, dead right about that." He gives his own, far more literal crooked grin, and his unibrow raises in the middle as the man introduces...

Coyote nods his head slightly, walking over and crouching to fill his canteen at the creek as he listens to the stranger and his appreciation of the land. "You ain't wrong. The desert always glares at ya, more than the plains, I'd say." He stands back up and takes a couple of swallows from...

"You could say that," Coyote nods, a slight incline to his head, and his shoulders relax as the stranger seems to find no threat between them. He lowers his weapon-hand and gives it a slight shake. "-hard to come a long way when you ain't got a place to come from." He hums, acknowledging...

"Hello, there." Coyote's head whips over to the other figure. One hand instinctively hovering over his hip in case of danger. "... How'do. Didn't think I'd find anyone else out here." He looks the man up and down intently, contemplative. Based on the dust, he'd walked a good ways up the...

Coyote breathes in deeply, appreciating the scent of the mountain air, and the tiny little wildflowers wafting up to him as Yorel steps over them. This was the farthest North he'd been, and likely the highest up the Spine he's been as well, given the look of the landscape, and the way the few...

He half-squints at Susanna's comment, and carefully accepts the fresh cup with a slight quirk of the corner of his lip and a nod, slurping the top off to keep from spilling it all over his boots and the floor. "Thank ya." He takes another long sip of the tea before glancing behind himself at...

Coyote's nose wrinkles at the sight of the table, and he turns himself to face less in it's direction. Still, the idea of it tumbles through his mind, and the rising bile sensation in his throat lessens. It isn't his choice of profession, and it truly isn't his to judge, either. "Well, I'm no...

6th day of Last Fawn, 368. The bread and honey was wonderfully sweet yesterevening. Yorel got his fix of oats and love from Māti, Lena, and Pāti, and I was gifted a new shirt and neck cloth, and handed a pack of freshly dried meats from the family drying house. My family liked the new tunics...

1st day of Last Fawn, 368. May not make it home on time for the Summer gathering. I apologize, my Māti, I cannot push Yorel too hard. If I can find a shortcut through this arm of the forest, we might make it by sunset for the first of the celebrations. Looking forward to sweet bread and...

27th day of High Grass, 368. Met an old flame today on her farm. She's really changed since I last dropped in. She's married to some hotshot with a good job, running trade, and adopted this skinny half-orc kid, or he said he was skinny. Damn near broke my arm when I offered a shake. Her...

Coyote nods with a slight smile, continuing to swirl his tea even after the milk has mixed in. "I spend a lotta time around animals. Cows, horses, goats, just name it. They're usually more agreeable- respectful -than people." His expression turns a bit rueful as Asuego explains her rocky...

Coyote does as asked, carefully pouring some milk into the bowl he spots on the floor, before adding a bit to his own cup. "I've met cows bent on murder, so she's sweet as can be." He finds a place to tuck the rest of the milk, then swirls his tea to mix it before taking a sip. "Allirian...

Coyote closes his eyes tightly at the clanging and slaps his journal shut. His jaw clenches and disgruntled half-smile comes to his face as he nods and picks up the bucket. He should've expected that. "Yes ma'am." He shoves his journal and coal stick back into his pocket and heads out the...