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cunning sunflower watched tousaint's throat bob with what she hoped was a healthy fear. yes. yes this was the response to which she had become accustomed among the swamp panthers, and now the ridge would elicit the same from those around.

as if considering his question, muskrat remained still. then her foreleg flashed, knocking the fox to its flank. a cry rent the air, one of surprise and pain. "keep in their place," she shrugged.

clawed foot flicked the tether's end toward tousaint. if he would not grant entry, her answer was gleaned. precious time ended now. "give her. tell her take fur and meat if fox make trouble."

between the wolves, the kit crouched, silent; shivering. her smirk was almost sweetened as muskrat nodded toward tousaint, taking a pair of steps backward with the intention to leave. yet her eyes were half lidded; her movements languid as she waited expectantly for tousaint to take up the lead-rope.