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She watched, fascinated, as her tiny daughter heeded her instincts and shook the life out of the vole—well, most of it. It fell from her mouth, barely alive. Druid looked at Kiki’s reaction, saw the bewilderment on her face, and swiftly stepped in to put the critter out of its misery.

After gently crunching the rodent’s skull in her mouth, she stepped back and looked at the Butternut’s face again. She looked as though she might cry. Druid wondered at this. Had the vole bitten her during its struggles, perhaps? Or was she confused about her own actions? Maybe she thought she’d done something wrong? She was very young.

It’s alright, Kiki, Druid assured, still speaking in that calm, no-nonsense voice. In time, you will learn to make cleaner, swifter kills, so that the prey won’t suffer. I’ll teach you.

Unsure whether her words might make things better or worse, she bent to push her nose against Kikimora’s cheek before her snout skimmed up to give her a quick, reassuring nuzzle to the top of her head.