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What, you've been a fake raven all this time? Could have fooled me. Bridget responded with a playful spark, happy to see how pleased Teya looked with herself. That was more than sufficient to wash away any lingering feelings of missing out and she pulled the food towards her, snagging a few bites appreciatively. She'd worked up a hell of an appetite and hadn't stopped for food yet.

Why would the Caldera send us help? Bridget asked, registering the first part and finding it odd. Cleaning her muzzle in the pause, she glanced up questioningly. Wouldn't they have enough of a job of their own, keepin things goin on their own side of things? Seems like a lot to expect, even for an ally.

She didn't know if that meant the situations would be reversed at some point and she'd be expected to help them out without really being asked to. She wasn't too fond of that idea - not because she didn't want to help! But moreso because it felt like enough keeping an eye on one pack - trying to keep track of two felt like asking for trouble.