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She didn't interpret the cue to go closer, and remained where she was, though she watched Arlette carefully. The twitch of her ears and tilt of her muzzle indicated attention; Cygnet's broad, rounded ears lifted and she pursed her lips together as she sniffed, eager to see what she might catch for scents on the wind. She heard birds, but wasn't terribly interested in them. She looked up as a chickadee flew overhead, but given how difficult they were to catch, she returned her attention to the broader soundscape. 

The croaking rasp of a raven in the distance caught her attention. She stood and stiffened; ravens crowed almost every time she was fed. She associated the sound with the act of eating, and licked her lips.