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Stilled by his words, Lucette turned with a quizzical look in her green eyes. She set the bundle down between her forepaws and set a paw atop it. You buried 'er? Lucette's voice was soft but razor-edged. Her eyes glinted in warning of the fire to come.

Maybe she didn't want to hear the answer.

Not Bastean, she snapped without waiting for Lafayette to speak at all. Not 'im. We belong to de sea.

Lucette snatched up the bundle again and turned, ears flat against her ruddy crown.