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Chest slathered with blood, Treepie sought out the nearest spring and splashed cold water over herself, rinsing most of the gore downstream. She stepped back from the bank and gave herself a shake, glancing down at he chest. White fur now pink, she shrugged. The thrill of the kill—and, of course, the hot meal following it—had been worth the mess.

She sauntered along a nearby footpath, wending downward toward the foot of the mountain. Pie didn’t enjoy patrols, yet she performed them dutifully. It was important to keep the scent markers as strong as possible. Speaking of which, she noticed the strength of Glaukos’s presence along the borderline and sniffed in approval, overlaying each of his marks with her own—not to overpower, but to combine and strengthen both.

It was only a matter of time before she caught sight of him, his hulking figure always reminding her of that bear. Treepie paused in her step, yellow eyes cutting every which way as she wondered about the grizzly’s whereabouts for a moment. Then she turned her attention and her toes toward the newest villager.

Greetings, Glaukos, she said as she flanked him.