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Phox continued to watch from afar, occasionally moving so that he could get a better look at her technique. He supposed he could have been doing his own hunting, but watching her became the more tempting choice. His eyes flitted this way and that to follow her form, and when she emerged with something between her jaws, he smiled. She held in her mouth a bright red creature, and he was pleased. Proud, even. Fox, he gestured, making the -fox- ptero movements along with the spoken word. It was his name, and it had also been his mother's name. Little did he know his mother had never liked hunting and eating the things.