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Just want I don't need: another thread!

An unfamiliar—but certainly not unwelcome—voice rang out for her, and Fox lifted her head toward it. Her (half) sister, Magpie, had come back. Although Fox didn't remember the specific details, she felt like her sister had left on good terms the last time she had been here. Whether or not that was the truth was irrelevant. That was the way Fox remembered it, made up or not.

Fox had taken to eating smaller meals throughout the day, rather than her usual gorging on whatever she could find all at once. The meals, of course, she'd had to catch herself. It was good practice, though every time she did it was a reminder that Peregrine's senses were slowly but surely decreasing.

She arrived to find the green-eyed girl woman with a leg of deer at her feet. "Just couldn't stay away, could ya?" Fox teased, as if Magpie had been gone no longer than a week.