Duskfire Glacier Howling at the sun and now Im blind

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Rye didn't want to wallow in his misery, which she could certainly understand. But now that she thought about it, Meerkat didn't really want to dwell on hers, either. She agreed with him; it was exhausting. He'd asked about her life in general, so the yearling supposed she could pluck out something else entirely apart from her recent afflictions.

"How about, instead of talking about our lives, we..." She trailed off thoughtfully for a few minutes, fishing around for ideas. One hit her. "We could go hunting, try to find something to bring to this feast the packs are planning. Wouldn't it feel really good to kill something dead right about now?" Meerkat said, surprising herself with the fierceness in her own voice, which reflected in her brown eyes.