“I know that we said we’d give the triplets a magical beast on their fourth birthday, but I think they could use one right now.” Senton said.

Lenart’s eyes widened in surprise, but he said nothing, feeling unworthy of any reward.

“Me?” Kusho said, wolfing down the meat nonstop. “I’m sorry, but I’m not a cub. I have duties and a family. I can’t abandon my children to take care of yours.”

“Oh.” Leran said. “Uncle Lith?”

“We’ll see about that too.” He sighed. “Thanks, Kusho. And thanks to you all. The Byk clan has my gratitude.”

Snorts, roars, and munching answered Lith’s words as the Byks fought for the final slabs of meat.

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