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His boyish grin grew when Killdeer shouted in reply, his tail breaking into a speedy wag as he turned toward the sound of his voice just in time to watch his friend come bursting out of some underbrush. He laughed easily when the younger pup bumped into him, sniffing and demanding to know of his activities.

"I was probably at the Hobbit Hole," Caracal answered absently, drawing away only to spin and try to put Killdeer in a headlock for an affectionate noogie. "Where've you been? You and Fen—your mom are never around when I come looking." With a playful snort, he let go. "I'm glad you're actually here for once, fartface. So, what've you been up to?"