"The Morning Star." Which, if he was to ascribe a title to Lucifer, was the one which came to his mind. And even if he was afraid of Lucifer - and he was - he did also respect him. And liked him.

"Your coyote. She's not here, and yet you said she would be tagging along." He was, in fact snooping now. Her sense of smell seemed far, far too good to not have feral's - or an animal's - senses.