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Finley confirmed the coyote's fate, then quickly joined Magpie to stand over the carcass. The younger, subordinate wolf stepped aside to let the Beta feed. Wildfire crept closer but did not attempt to eat. Instead, she observed the kill and reached out to sniff at it. It was sort of strange, the idea of consuming a creature that looked just like a small wolf. There was something different about it, though, and Wildfire didn't question it, especially because her godmother didn't bat an eyelash.

After the two adults ate their fill, there were bits of the coyote's skeleton exposed, particularly its rib cage. "What's that, Aunt Flea?" Wildfire wondered, creeping around to have a better look. They were bones, she knew, but Wildfire hadn't seem many complete skeletons before. By the time a bone usually made it to her, it was a standalone, no longer a piece of this greater skeletal puzzle. "It's neat."