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Towhee had intended to pull out each and every quill from the porcupine’s corpse. But after managing to extract a dozen or so, she grew sick and tired of poking herself and trashed the whole project. She gorged on the meat, then buried the remains and took a gigantic, smelly shit on the grave. Karma was a bitch and so was Towhee Redhawk.

She carefully cleaned the thirteen collected barbs and stored them on a natural shelf in the stone wall at the back of the roost. Towhee would find some use for them. In the meantime, they should be out of reach of any bumbling puppies, who would make their appearance any day now.

After that was done, she considered a nap, but Towhee felt strangely energetic. Perhaps it was the post-poop zoomies. She waddled out of the den and thought about walking her usual circuit around the spring to Wraen’s Nest. She hadn’t visited Leo yet today. But for some reason or another, Towhee decided to save that for later and instead began tracking Maxim’s scent.

It led her toward the borders, which wasn’t surprising. Before she reached them, Towhee had to pause and pant for a couple minutes. The pups had been kicking mightily ever since her dump and one had just pretty much knocked the wind out of her. Fuck, she hated that sensation. She stood there and grimaced, waiting for it to pass.