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Ah! Pre-chewed? Her favorite.

Bryony yipped in delight, happily settling alongside the stormhood boy as she took the soggy stick into her delicate jaws and gave it a few dainty chews. It was perfect! Her teeth sunk right through the sopping wood, just as she liked it. An appreciative growl rumbled Rowyn's way.

The sweet girl was becoming somewhat spoiled, including by her roughneck brother. She hardly had to lift a claw to get what she wanted; she was even bestowed gifts when she wasn't looking! What a wonderful life.

Surely nothing would ever dare ruin such a peaceful moment.