Coyote Medicine, Tuesday 3/23

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Oz's hair was prickling at the back of his neck. Something was up. He couldn't tell if it was old Sunnydale instincts kicking in, or if the wolf was sensing something.

Or maybe he was just finding the fog spooky. And not in that cool fun way. He glanced towards the door and front window often.

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