OOC: Yes, they do.
Ivory purred in approval. "Anyone?" he asked, looking around the camp.
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Oblivion dropped her prey in the center of the camp and padded over. "Hey, what's going on?" she asked, standing on her toes. She wished she were taller, and made her way to the front of the crowd. Her eyes focused on the wounded golden eagle. "Huh?" she asked. "What happened?"