Flycatcher Downs Though I am old with wandering

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”But mom,” was the last thing Fox wanted to hear. She scowled at him, looked back to see Saena’s figure retreating, then turned back to Whip. ”We’ll find something else to eat,” she insisted. Nothing good would come out of scavenging what Saena had been eating. It was a horrible idea, and it made her wary in ways she couldn’t even explain. ”C’mon, let’s go.” Fox nudged him back toward Gannet, eager to leave and find food elsewhere.