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"A mountain," Hydra said and Towhee bobbed her head in understanding. Beyond that, she wasn't sure what else to add. She wasn't one for small talk and was still on odd footing in this situation overall. Truth be told, she sort of wanted to turn and head home.

One thing stopped her, however: the smell of blood. Like Hydra, she didn't see the coyote as a cousin so much as raw meat like any other prey. Her stomach rumbled and she gestured at the carcass wordlessly, orange eyes practically boring holes in Hydra's face. She wasn't exactly asking if she could eat some—they had killed it together, after all—but she waited to see what the older youth would do before imbibing.