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He sauntered toward his sister, keeping downwind, his newly made knife nestled in his chained harness as he stepped toward her. “Good day Luce.” He greeted, moving to brush his neck against hers affectionately. “What plans do you have for today sweet sister?” He cooed the white banner of his tail flashing as he spoke. There were several birds tutting about the estuary but the fish he had found earlier had all been eaten away.

He could hear the soft rumble of her stomach and could tell immediately what had brought her out to the estuary, his gilded fangs flashing with a knowing smile as he surveyed the wide expanse of brackish water again. Pheasants, herons, egrets, several small prey that would no doubt provide a fine meal for the healer in need, and fine feathered pelts for the crafter.

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