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She watched the small predator, not expecting what would come next. The young'un pounced to retrieve the bone Malice had almost returned, and both of them were left a little baffled apparently. Wide, yellow eyes watched as the child retreated, never losing sight of her, and the widow tilted her head in question.

What's wrong? Did you want to play? She asked, not even having noticed the child hadn't spoken a word since their meeting. Perhaps the girl was just a little shy.