Sleepy Fox Hollow Get Joanie on the phone, she'll leave us on a light

I'm just better than you, Wylla sniggered, pushing away from Mahler to snatch the half-eaten rabbit up again. This, she deposited near his forepaws before withdrawing a few steps with a slow wag of her tail. Thought you knew that by now. He'd challenged her to a trial in the cold waves on the sound once. She fancied that she'd won that contest, too, even though she could hardly remember it now. A lot happened in between now to make the memories hazy.

Was gonna give that to someone, she said, indicating the carcass with a lazy sweep of one paw. Help yourself. She'd be lying if she said she'd rather it go to anyone else. Mahler was a genuine friend, so it was natural for her to want to take care of him first and foremost. At least, that's what she told herself.