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Hotah’s laugh came quick and genuine at her mention of Towhee’s “push present.” He tipped his head, teeth flashing in good humor.
Then I’ll have to keep the otters coming, he said, warmth threading through the rough edge of his voice. Wouldn’t want to be outdone by Towhee’s gift pile.
He glanced down at the catch between them, satisfaction in the curve of his grin. You’ve got a good idea there, though. That pelt’ll clean up nice — soft enough for the little ones to curl up on.