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Fox meat was gross. Tethys wouldn't taste any of it even if her life depended on it. The skinny, sleek thing that crouched before her, Autumn, was hardly worth dragging back to the beach, anyways. Instead, she would be only serviced as a plaything for the dark Nereides who affixed her with a glinting stare.

You're not worth eating, Tethys replied in a lazy, informational tone, as if they were discussing the benefits of a tree's shade. Her hind seemed to wriggle a bit in preparation for the pounce, and then the sleek ebony female was at it again, her jaws snapping as she lunged for the fox. But you can still be of some use.