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It was inevitable that Tytonidae would want to know what had happened following Junior's attack, though some naive part of Raven had hoped she wouldn't ask. She quailed inside at the images of the decapitated head swinging from her father's jaws, the way it had thumped to the ground with a sickening little splat and rolled a little before coming to rest alongside the slumped, broken body over which their father stood. She couldn't tell Tytonidae any of that -- it was too horrible. Her voice abandoned her for a moment, so she could only shake her head slowly in response, the implication clear in her expression: Junior had most certainly not been chased off.