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And then there were two.

Ma, Killdeer called out gently, coming within calling distance of Fennec. He noticed her muscles were taut and her face drawn, and stayed back a bit, not knowing if he should really bother her or not.

Instead, he fell into step a few tail-lengths shy—still enough to be present, but not so close as to draw her ire. He knew her temper, after all.

What had happened? She seemed so. . .distant.