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Oh. She hadn't ever seen the phenomenon he was describing; inter-wolf strife in her life had been more subtle, more of an emotional charge constantly simmering beneath the surface. Never had it boiled over like this, and she watched the fighting beasts with some awe.

Eventually, she glanced over at the man again. Will one get killed? Blueberry queried.

Her stomach tightened at the thought, not with unease but with anticipation. A fallen stag would make an excellent meal, especially if they got there before the vultures did. It had been a while since she'd had such a feast, and to have one with pretty much no work involved. . .