Thinking of an explanation

At first, Abby told herself it was idle curiosity keeping her at the window. But it wasn’t. Their strange behavior pulled her back again and again.
It wasn’t hunger—they weren’t sniffing scraps. It wasn’t aggression—they weren’t fighting. They seemed almost… devoted. Abby frowned, trying to make sense of it, but no explanation came. The mystery deepened with every passing hour.
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