There seemed to be a dust cloud, small, not likely caused by wind, but rather. . . activity. A large mass of activity.

“ . . . son of a bitch. . . ” She mumbled, a hand propping her head up to gaze rather. . . irritatingly at the oncoming band of vehicles.

“ Can’t say I’ve ever actually seen the Birds themselves fly, not like animals. “

Annnnnd that in of itself was a confusing topic, not one she ever paid mind to.

Laika’s ears twitched, then twitched again. She slowly turned her head, viewing the wasteland opposite from Harpuia.

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ᴀɴᴅ ᴡʜᴀᴛ sʜᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ sᴀᴄʀɪғɪᴄᴇ

gripping tightly, as another leg reared over the opposite side of the bike, kicking down on the starter as it roared to life.

“ And she’s damn fast, too. Durable. No amount of damage will keep her down. ”

Ironic.

her eyes returning to Harpuia.

“ Is there any specific reason you’re coming around these parts? Does it have to do with this so called resistance?

Perhaps I can provide assistance, if it ensures my people’s safety. ”

quiet growls exiting her muzzle after every other word.

“ I’d say our goals are similar. I fight for the survival of my people. You fight for the survival of ‘hugh-mens’.

Can’t say I have the authority, that goes to the Elder, but I’d broker an agreement. ”

The coyote sighed, her hand falling back to her hip as she eye’d the newfound acquaintance before her.

“ The Birds don’t like us. Or anyone that isn’t a Bird. Call ‘em fascists, imperialists, xenophobes.

They kill my people, take from us, bleed us dry. ”

She spoke with conviction,

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