Noctisardor Bypass I am that technology allowed.

*sneak*

In Fiona's jaws hung the lifeless body of a raccoon. No, not that raccoon. She wouldn't do that to her beloved. This was an older, heftier male who had lived a long enough life. Early afternoon had her returning from the hollow to Dawnleaf with a meal for Heda and Druid. When she caught sight of a stranger and Anselm bickering at the mouth of the den, she stopped to deposit the meal in the closest cache, then stuck her nose in.

Who's this, Anselm? she asked. Her expression was neutral, if not mildly welcoming.