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Grayday let his shoulders rise and fall in a tiny shrug, careful not to disturb the chipmunk too much. "She started beggin' - how am I suppose to have an appetite with that going on?" he replied, though he knew it was a rather weak excuse. He wasn't sure he'd ever eat chipmunk again - not that it had been on the menu very often before.

Thankfully, the conversation moved on, and Grayday let out a laugh of his own. "Must be pretty desperate to hunt a porcupine," he noted, pausing to kick dirt over a small pile of porcupine scat that laid to the side of the trail they were following. The last thing he wanted was one of the kids finding it and getting interested in where it came from. "One of my aunts died after trying to eat one. The quills got stuck in her mouth and she starved. My mom said it took weeks and weeks."