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Druid soaked up Fiona’s words like a sponge, part of her still keen to implement traditions like this in an effort to more properly integrate the peoples of Rivenwood. She had to admit that the idea of snatching a young animal from its mother sounded a little cruel, however. Was that really a practice she wanted to push here?

I didn’t realize that, she admitted. That’s what happened with Prowler?

She chewed at the inside of her cheek, pondering this dark underbelly of the familiar business. Bracelet had been born without any need for parents and, besides, she’d chosen Druid. Just like the goldfinch had picked her daughter. It made her wonder if Prowler was Fiona’s companion willingly. She had always assumed as much, otherwise why would the raccoon follow the she-wolf everywhere?