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Sweet leg, dude, Killdeer remarked, coming through the brush with a wry smile curving his muzzle. Last they'd seen each other, Killer had been taking a monster dump; he'd finished up to find Caracal gone, and had been coaxed into a hunt soon after that.

So they'd split up. For a while. But today, the dynamic duo were, for now, back in force.

He nosed at the limb, nostrils flaring. It was still fresh. Where'd you get this? he asked. He was almost positive Cal couldn't take a deer down on his own. More likely he'd snagged it off a carcass before the vultures got to it.

But, still cool, anyway.