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At the giggle, Foxglove froze. Her eyes narrowed as she detached herself from Sunchaser, already searching for the source of the sound. Shhhh! Fox hissed at the boy, though he wasn't making any sound. This was all his fault.

Who's there? And what's so funny, huh? She stood a little straighter as she called out. Had the stranger been laughing at her?