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falcons.

sobeille scarcely hid the derisive snort. this was such a male thing to do, going off and pissing off the birds.

trailing after where treepie was looking, sobeille remained silent for several beats. she felt conflicted; there wasn’t the swelling of love for her offspring that she saw in mireille’s gaze, or even echoed in yura’s. even treepie looked upon them with a measure of love so profound it made sobeille’s regard for them seem small.

actually, i’d take you up on dat now. sobeille decided, shaking her rufous fur. you save dat, pointing towards where treepie had stashed her kill earlier — for later. you an’ yura look after dem, i’ll get us somethin’ to eat.

shoving the conflicting feelings she felt inside of her, sobeille crested the rim of the cavern and peered back at them both. their silhouettes cupped around the bundle of writhing bodies and for a moment a peculiar thought struck her: one puppy for each of them.

turning back towards the grotto’s entrance, sobeille ducked under its low overhang as the roar of the sea met her.