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Her ears flicked, canting to and fro as she considered the man. She let her dark eyes trail down to the remnants of the slain seal, the pale birds tussling loudly over it. Foxglove drifted first toward the kill with a few light, hesitant steps. Her gaze found the man again as she moved.

Then she halted; waited. Foxglove was perfectly still, her ears still tilted back in deference. A low whine slid from her after a moment, and her gaze shifted back to the carcass.