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Fable stared deeply into the embers, totally in her element - so much so that she didn't hear the others approach. CAN I HAVE SOME PLEEASE?! "Ahh!" With a yelp she sat back suddenly, squashing her tail. Shimmying back into a more comfortable position, she grinned at the two young girls. They were just a little bit older... and the winter had kept visitors from the pack. This was quite possibly the very first chance to make a friend that wasn't directly related to her! She tried to keep the dopey grin that threatened to creep on to her face at bay. It was important that they thought she was cool and nice, but mostly cool. Poem and Sparhawk had raised them with plenty of manners - and although she loved to eat, she loved to share her creations even more. Maybe they'd have some good ideas! New palates might help her create new recipes.

"Sure! You just gotta wait... a little longer..." She paused, staring into the flames as the fire popped and sizzled. The tender pink flesh of the salmon finally turned opaque - it would flake apart, perfect and moist. With careful and quick paws, Fable shifted the two cedar plants off of the fire and offered one slab of salmon to each of them. "Okay, but the deal is, you have to tell me every single thing you taste when you eat it! Describe it in tooons of detail!" She grinned, her tail wagging in a blur. "Oh, and my name's Fable! What's yours?"