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Faedon swallowed the last few giblets of meat that she hadn't eaten yet, and she stretched out. The sparrow was just a snack; it hadn't filled her up, and she would rather go out on a hunt for a caribou or something similar. "Starling?" she called out for her mate.
"Yes, love?" Starling asked, padding out of his den.
"Want to go on a hunt?" Faedon asked, "I'm starved."
"Sure," he nodded. "Seen any caribou anywhere close?"