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"She does," Towhee agreed, chuckling. She owed a lot—maybe even her life—to Sugar, as well as Eljay. She hoped she could one day make it up to them personally, even if Towhee wasn't particularly close to either one of them otherwise. That could always change too.

She shook her head at Fen's question, remembering to say aloud, "No, although the Firebirds has always been our sister pack. My older sister—your Aunt Wildfire—founded it. She's since passed away. I wasn't as close to her as I was to Raven, though I wish you could've met and gotten to know them both better."

Before either one of them could say any more on the matter, Sugar reappeared. "Well, speak of the devil," Towhee couldn't resist quipping, offering a wan smile and a, "Thank you, Sugar," when the youngster dropped a lean hare at her feet before offering a greeting to both mother and daughter.

"Want some?" Towhee said to Fen, nudging the carcass toward her daughter. She still didn't have much of an appetite.