Great Bear Wilderness Windy Prancer

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A pale, invisible brow cocked bemusedly at the use of the weighty word; perhaps this boy was smarter than he looked. Are you serious? she wondered with an absent chuckle and thump of her tail. I am many things, but a cannibal is not among them. It did give food for thought however {no pun intended}, and so she pursued the subject with a birdlike cant of  her pretty head. 

Have you even eaten your own kind? There was no judgement in the question, merely curiosity. Would you do so if you were forced to? She would wait for his answer before she made up her own mind on the matter; in the meantime, another query was requested of her, one which warranted a shake of her head. I have nothing, she admitted flatly, although she did wonder what his own available wares might be. 

I have captured a few mice, but I ate them all.

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