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Although Junior obeyed, she was already planning on doing as little as possible. Why should she clean out Aunt Osprey's den, even if she did rather enjoy the woman's company? She was thinking such typically teenage thoughts when the roof abruptly collapsed on her aunt.

"Oh, damn! Are you okay, Aunt Osprey?!" Junior yelled, springing toward the downed she-wolf and nudging her dusty, dirty cheek. Her aunt moaned. "Do you need me to call Aunt Willow?"