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Snappiness was all but forgotten at the appearance of a newcomer, for whom Killdeer sprang up to greet with wary eyes and bristling fur, remembering the altercation at the border.

He looked a lot like Grandma Towhee, but he smelled different—like, it obviously wasn't her. But he didn't seem all that unfamiliar, and Ma seemed to be happy to see him.

Maybe there wasn't anything to be worried about here.

Hi, Killer piped up, giving the man an intense round stare. Hungry as he always was, he reared up on his hind legs and began to prod at the stranger's cheek, looking for meat slurry, good manners be damned.