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Half of the ducks were still oblivious when the first one of them died, and in the resulting chaos, Ixchel was quickly able to dispatch two more— the third of which only because its wing had gotten clipped violently by chance when she’d struck out for the second. Everything else fled, and a broad radius of Duck Lake became still. Gathering her meals bankside, she looked back up to the hill where she had last seen the stranger. There was no evidence he had joined in the fray, and when she did not see him right away, she assumed he had departed. Ixchel was much too eager to begin plucking her meal to offer more than a passing glance to the area before settling down with the ducks between her feet.

With her tail being comfortably lapped by the lakewater, she situated the first victim between her paws before beginning to strip away the oil-backed feathers at its belly, as she dug into her meal.

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