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Oh, maybe, Towhee agreed. Probably, even. I’m old and a little addled in the head. She twirled a paw in the air, adding a cryptic, You know.

They both seemed to lose interest in the topic then. The stranger—whose name must begin with an E, Towhee belatedly realized with an inward snort—fell back onto her haunches and peered into the nearby lair. There was an openly hungry look on her face, like she could not wait to go inside and munch on all those cave plants.

Well, don’t let me keep you from your salad. I have to grab some grub myself. Nice to re-meet you, not-Eshe, Towhee drawled, picking up her own feet in preparation to resume her search for a spot o’ supper.