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Yeah, of course, Phox said when she suggested he rustle up some grub. That would keep him from twiddling his thumbs, and a couple of hours was plenty of time to track something down. Besides, getting something for Fennec in return for her help was only fair. They were family, but any good family member knew not to be a mooch.

He watched her as long as it took for her to disappear from his sight, smiling before he turned and headed out to grab some food.

When Phox returned a few hours later, he held in his jowls a badger carcass. It was not something he'd killed, but rather an old female who appeared to have died of some other natural cause. Unbeknownst to Phox, she'd left behind a young kit who had been tailing them for quite some time, attracted to its mother's smell.

Phox set the badger down, visually scanning the area for Fennec before he planned to call for her.