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Hesitation at first, and then Druid was on the small raptor (well, small compared to the fully grown version). Sequoia beamed as instinct took over in her daughter, and soon the bird was dead. "Her first kill!" the mother delighted in knowing. Unless she had killed something unbeknownst to the piebald Zweite.

Witch, who had been dozing in the den, was suddenly pulled forward by the smell, and Sequoia watched with a bemused look as she tugged with her sister. These two were absolutely perfect, and Sequoia could not imagine two better kids to call her own.