[The feed clicks on with a skitter, a rattle, a dark and velvety shadow completely obscuring the camera, a soft whiff of air in something that might be a snort of impatience, and then--]
[Pass by a certain alleyway and you might see a coyote leaned up against the wall, nonchalant, watching the passersby, maybe thinking about asking for a handout...]
[Figuring the conversation to be over at this point, after a moment or two, he'll saunter and lope off into the streets again, a passing sniff as a sort of goodbye (not that he's inclined to farewells much in any form).]
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[He does what he feels like.]
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[Says the lioness, with another flick of her tail.]
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You'd better get going if you're trying to get out of town.
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