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Pura had worked himself up to 'having words' with his sister, but his displeasure died in his throat when he saw the state of her tail in the pale, cold light of the moon. All that remained of the once glorious fan of wispy hair was a sawn-off stump - Saena was obviously doing her best to keep it still. Pura crept closer, peering curiously at her rump. "Someone ate you," he murmured, shifting his grey gaze back to his sister's face.