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He laughed at her, though Meerkat knew better than to take offense. In fact, she dropped her head in mock shame, then grinned and lifted it again. She strode back toward him, ignoring an impulse to press closer and steal more of his warmth.

"Maybe. I don't know if I've ever hunted a fox," she mused. "Their... fragrance doesn't really come across as appetizing. But meat is meat. How about you take the lead?" Meerkat suggested, tapping lightly at the spot between his elbow and shoulder.