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Neither option was going to be easy and either one would result in a tasty supper—if they were successful. When Breccan opted for gulls' eggs, Bat merely nodded and began padding back toward the narrow pathway cut into the cliff. She paused there to assess their approach. Especially compared to a slippery fish, stationary eggs were rather easy to catch, provided you could get past the angry parents without losing your footing and plunging to your death.

Smirking at this thought, Bat began to climb upward. Although they had to proceed single file, she tried to carry on a conversation as they approached. "Stealth doesn't matter much here," she said, not bothering to lower her voice or mask her approach in any way, as if she had any option on the latter. This was not an ambush attack and the gulls would see them coming and launch their defenses at any moment.

For now, though, no feathery missiles came their way and Bat turned her head to ask, "You mentioned family at the hollow. Have you seen them since y'all left?" It probably struck Breccan as a rather random question, though Bat had been thinking about the Firebirds recently. Wildfire was dead and Kiwi was elsewhere and estranged, to boot. But what about the little brother and sister their mother had left behind?