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When he mentioned a fawn, Fox thought back to a time when she had been sitting next to Tuwawi. The older female had been seeking out the herds, watching their patterns and determining whether or not they would be good for hunting. Fox had implied that the young shouldn't be eaten, because, given time, they would grow bigger and stronger and feed more of the pack. Tuwawi had rebuked that idea, saying that the weak should be killed as soon as it was obvious that they were weak. If there were young deer straggling off to the side, it was the way of nature for them to be eaten by predators.

Fox blinked, trying to put herself back in the present. “Fawn… yeah. Let’s see if we can find that.” She wondered what Tuwawi was doing now. And the children... Fox had only ever interacted with them in passing. She had been too caught up in her own affairs to give them any proper attention. A shame, that was. But there was no use in dwelling on it.