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Q's eyes narrowed and her lip lifted when Phox told the story. Some of the wolves at Seabolt had looked at Frolic hungrily at times, hence why the critter always stuck close to her. (To be fair, they were pretty inseparable in general.) She couldn't imagine what she would do if one of her own comrades harmed him. Hopefully she would never find out.

Her lips slid back over her teeth when Phox went on to mention a blind daughter. Had Towhee been blind too? Did that sort of thing run in a family, like the spots that she had inherited from her sire? Quell could've fallen far down that rabbit hole, though she reminded herself to focus. It helped when Frolic nibbled gently on her ear, as if sensing she'd gotten lost in her thoughts and wanting to bring her back to the present.

"I bet Frolic would be good at that," she mused, immediately picturing her own companion in the role, though Q hastily added, "But he's not for sale. I think you should try looking for a baby animal and raise it, so it'll bond to you—to her, I mean." She stretched her neck toward Phox then, speaking sotto voce through barely moving lips as she added, "Killing and eating the parents first isn't strictly necessary."

Straightening again, Q wondered, "Do you and your blind family live somewhere around here?" They'd already established that they didn't live on this beach, though the longer they stood here talking, the more curious she became about this Phox character and his pack.