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"bah!" mireille scoffed in good humour, but her eyes shone. "i be holdin' you to dat, heda. come whenever."
finally the red seagirl rolled to her paws and picked debris from her coat. "now! time to collect my bad little brot'er an' find sometin' to eat. maybe we use quen as bait for your big turtle, huh?"
the young women laughed together, and by the time they had rejoined the younger wolf and the rest of sweetharbor, much of heda's bad humour had dissipated.