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The white coated ermine had been rummaging through a nest in the Estuary when Modesty managed to get it. Feral and full of small sharp teeth, it was a good starting point for those that might want to practice their fighting on something other than their siblings. She scooped the small predator up and dumped it in a basket, slamming the lid down before wandering back towards where the children were playing. It was only when she got half way home that she realised if she didn't have something for each of them to fight, she might find herself in a spot of trouble. Gathering up whatever companions were around and willing to help play pincushion for the wild hunt, she made herself comfortable and waited to see what children would approach to see what she had bought for them in her basket.

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