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What if they both came? Druid drew in a breath, shaking her head at herself. For Redd’s sake, she hoped he had come back, though she would be lying if such a possibility didn’t break her heart a little. That was silly of her, though Druid was rather enjoying this unexpected connection. It could very possibly lead to real heartbreak—even if Redd’s mate did not return, she clearly had a taste for men—but this didn’t deter the fervency of her feelings.

Her heart actually leaped in her chest when she saw a familiar reddish brown figure galloping toward her. Druid saw the waving banner of Redd’s tail and immediately grinned, her own body language lowering. I gladly bow to the queen, she mused as the distance between them came to a close. She silently thrilled at Redd’s every touch, though the whine was met with a questioning look before it dawned on her.

Oh, yeah, sorry about that, Druid said, wrinkling her nose at the sour smell Redd must’ve caught. I’m alright. I think… She paused, wondering how to explain her peculiarity in terms that might make any sense to somebody else. I think I might be allergic to geese. But that’s fine because it’s for you.

Her own tail lifted a little now, though not quite as high as the Wealda’s. The tip of it wiggled. Hopefully Redd did not share her affliction (either the fictional version or the actual one) and would enjoy the taste of goose flesh. The downy feathers could be used to line a den too, an observation Druid had made on the way here, and not without some small measure of guilt. But her kids didn’t live in a den anymore.

I hear the liver’s the best part.