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Easy missed her mother. Milk had been off the menu for some time, by now, but that didn't stop Easy from associating her mother with a full belly and warm, sleepy naps. So she missed her mother, but it was in the fleeting, distant way of youth. She missed her mother, but there was enough excitment to distract her from dwelling on that fact.

Right now, it was a large, black cricket. The girl had found it under a fallen log that her father had overturned for her, after a bit of begging. There were a lot of neat things in the forest that they hadn't had back at the Old Den. Fallen logs were one of those things, as well as the myriad of creatures that could be found underneath it. And Easy had learned already that the salamanders could not be eaten, and that the black, armoured bugs with the wickedly sharp tails were not very fun to trifle with. Slowly, under the watchful eye of her father, she was learning to be cautious - but she'd had good luck with crickets, so far. And this cricket was a true prize. She wanted something to show for all her practicing, but when she finally pounced, the cricket seemed to had disappeared.

Easy returned to her father's side with a familiar droop to her ears.