They gathered their gear and set out at a grueling pace. Soon they arrived at the camp of the Kyote. Rusted out trailers and vans had been towed from the Freeway and the canine group had set up housekeeping. The ground there was hard packed, littered with trash. Two Kyote sat facing one another playing poker while another strummed a five string instrument softly howling out lyrics to a twangy song. Two old female Kyotes were hanging ragged clothes on a line strung from one van to another. They were laughing good naturedly. Devlin and Willis approached Raschen and Taryn, extending their hands in a peaceful greeting.<br/><br/>"Welcome to the Den," Devlin said, "Ma has some beans ready. You are welcome to sit and sup."<br/><br/>Taryn wanted to frown but found a smile creeping across her face.<br/><br/>"We need to speak to the one in charge."<br/><br/>Raschen cleared his throat.<br/><br/>"We will be grateful to break bread with you, Devlin"