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When he finished eating, Harps tensed, waiting for him to depart. Instead, he looked at her and jeered at her. She blinked her copper eyes, a little taken aback by the unnecessary aggression. But growing up with Spur had given her quite the thick skin, so his words didn’t get a rise out of her. She did feel a little flighty in the face of his threatening posture and tone—and she would take off if pushed—but she stood her ground momentarily.

”No, I’m none of those things. I’m just hungry and waiting my turn. There’s plenty left,” Harps pointed out to him, her voice mostly even but with a slight note of pleading she couldn’t quite help.