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Finley grinned as her nephew spotted the turkey wing and went barrelling towards it, just as she had planned. He was definitely a good one, and would make a formidable opponent for her. Better yet, for her brother. She was very hopeful she could get this one at least wound up enough that he would still be in the terrorizing things mood by the time Colt returned. She did not have the same hope for the second one she was introduced to, which seemed to be the more polite, reserved one.

Fin made a quick grab at the wing to give Bronco something to do, missing it on purpose so she could then turn her attention over to Nellie. "Well hello little princess," she greeted, her ears falling back to make herself seem less imposing, "Seems like you let your brother inherit all the deviousness, didja?"