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Poppysong sauntered into camp, snatched a few minnows from the pile and then sauntered back out towards the river. She wanted to eat alone and decompress, but it seemed she had some company at the riverbank. As she approached she threw one of the fish to her uncle as a greeting before plopping down across from him. She was close enough to reach out a paw to smack his face, but other than that she made no move to be affectionate. "How's it been, Pike?" She asks around a mouthful of fish, smiling at him after she swallowed.
walk "talk." thought
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