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|Birka advises Kativa in matters of love.|
|Posted: 08/09/13 [1 Comment]
~ 1896 words.|
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"They sent me with you to convince me to have a baby, didn't they."
Kativa's sulky statement brought a wry smile to Birka's mouth, carefully smoothed away as she turned from the buckle she had just loosened under Startle's saddle. That certainly explained the sullen mood that the younger ranger had been in for most of their three-day circuit around Smokewater as they counted tracks and checked for browsing and snow damage to the fragile trees that only lived in this valley.
"We'll want to have a group of hunters chase that herd of shagbacks back out of the south end of the valley," Birka said lightly. "And we should set up some snares for the wild silk-hares that have moved into that west canyon. A few of them won't hurt what's growing there, but they breed so fast that if we let them take hold there, they'll be much harder to contain in the spring."
Kativa scowled at her, not distracted.
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