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Fox nodded, eyes still on the place where the little red creature had disappeared. After a moment, her gaze turned back to her sister, and she whispered: They live on their own, don't they?

Maybe we could learn how, too.

Then her eyes turned back to the hollow old log, resolute. Foxglove still had not fully accepted their reality. Kvarsheim; she didn't even like the feel of the name in her mouth. She missed Mama and Dusty Rose — but they were gone, so why not live as a real fox did? Why should they listen to Mama when she had left them?