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Junior couldn't tell if it was uncertainty or embarrassment that gave her sister pause. "So?" she countered lightly to Ty's protest. "Haven't you heard of love at first sight? Either way..." She trailed off, her attention drifting ahead as her sister approached a hole only to thrust her nose into and retreat just as immediately, angry red marks on the tip of her muzzle.

The young Osprey quickly moved forward to check out the cuts. "Ouch," she said in commiseration, then tried to clean them to the best of her ability. "Sorry if that stings," she apologized, taking a step back, "but if Aunt Willow taught me anything, it's to keep cuts clean. What the hell's in there anyway...?" Junior gave the hole the hairy eyeball, her hackles prickling.