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Kira didn’t put up any token protests, for which Treepie was grateful. She sat back for a moment, ignoring her rumbling stomach and the saliva pooling in her mouth as the scent of fresh meat filled the air. Her ears twitched at the sound of the other wolf’s fangs tearing into it, though still she remained motionless for a long moment.

Mostly to avoid awkwardness—her appetite had fled her—Pie ducked and nipped the liver out of the exposed body cavity. She took a bite of it, savoring the coppery tang of the blood-filled organ. She would carve the remaining chunk into strips for the bird of prey. Wyvern could hunt quite well for herself, though Tiuttuk hadn’t spent much time with her lately and wanted to treat her.

We made a good team, she commented after swallowing her bite, shooting Kira a smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes. Thanks for hunting with me. I’m going to go take this to Wyvern now, if that’s okay, she said, waving a paw over the remains of the liver. You can take the rest, or else put it in a cache.

She hesitated, making no mention of the fact that she could summon the nightjar at will from anywhere on the mountain. It wasn’t that Tiuttuk didn’t enjoy Kira’s company—quite the opposite, really—but a storm had been brewing inside her since the instant the Lazore had implied she didn’t want intimacy with Pie. Conveniently forgetting that Kira had explicitly said it didn’t make her uncomfortable, the Ostrega found she just wanted to withdraw.