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That sour taste disrupted her meditative state again and Druid’s head reared as she once more released the stick. She pushed at it with a paw as her tongue curled, scraping against the backs of her new teeth as her eyes drifted to watch Skaigona for a moment.

The June sun pressed against the back of her neck like a warm palm and she felt her eyelids grow heavy. Tempted to climb back into the den to join her mother and sister, Druid instead lingered here with Skaigona and the holly stick. She stretched out on the grass with a yawn, resting her cheek on her extended forelegs.

S’eepy, she murmured to Skaigona moments before her eyes drifted shut.