Flintblood chuckled as Seneca described being piled upon by a herd of
angry karka. “I would have paid good money to see that!”
Seneca
grinned widely. “Certainly learned a thing or two about crab
bashing out there.”
“An old cat like you learning new
tricks? Now that sounds far-fetched indeed!” Flintblood roared with
laughter as she dodged a tin cup Seneca chucked at her
head.
“Scorchin' pup.” Seneca growled at her. Her wry grin
betraying her as she spoke with mock anger. “No respect.”
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