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Mist padded back to the dens, carrying a bird in her jaws. Her ears were low, as well as her tail, but her silver eyes watched the territory with confidence. As long as she wasn't around a wolf with dominance, she was just fine.
Fire snoozed under a tree, still holding a feather in his mouth from an earlier meal.