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the query is strange, not what she's used to from the boy. the confidence lacking. perhaps the failed fight with Relic had broken him, somewhat.

come, Avicus replies, and stretches out, her teats still well within reach of her pups but her fiery head emerging from the den. meat catches her nostrils and saliva pools in her mouth; she keeps it at bay, swallowing frequently, watching her nephew approach.

whah' you have? she asks. she stretches her forepaws out, too, and rests her chin upon them, watching Ancelin with an idly appraising stare.