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When Pura approached, Osprey blinked. When he tipped his own muzzle toward the sky and joined in the song, her voice wavered. She thought of pushing him or shouting at him for daring to howl over her... but then the sound of their voices blending tripped some instinctual wire in her brain. She sucked in a deep breath and loosed an even louder bay toward the darkling skies, her voice contralto to Pura's tenor.

Junior eventually ran out of breath and lapsed into silence, at which point her eyes pinned on Pura's upturned face and her black ears pricked and quivered as the notes of his now solo song began to decrescendo. Her moonlit face was filled with wonder at the noises the two of them could produce. It was enough to stay any urge to lash out at her cousling, though in the past few weeks, Osprey Jr. had relaxed her persecution of Pura and Ty anyway, choosing to focus all her energies upon her punching bag, Saēna, unless the other two were particularly out of line.

"Poowa," Osprey Jr. spoke when he fell silent too. She wasn't really sure what she wanted to say. "Wanna hun dwagons?" she queried after a slight hesitation, her two-toned eyes glimmering in the dusk.