Chapter 23

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Reviewing the documents and getting them in order, Chief Wade sighed with relief. "Well, glad we didn't make a great big fuss about this one like you did the last time."

"Not gonna lie, pretty glad myself," Judy agreed.

"Well," Basil said. "All you needed was a strong dose of assistance from a certain mammal, and…"

"-I think this is the moment you act graciously," his husband interrupted.

The thinner mouse looked back at him for a second before rolling his eyes. "If you insist, it was a team effort."

"There we go."

"-With me being the part of the team that worked it all out."

"Well," Wade surmised, "he's an arrogant little blighter, but he ain't wrong. My question is, what on earth was the plan behind planting howlers in that dingo's locker? I heard the last one was some stupid mammals idea of a prank, but this? Revenge?"

"We thought that for the last one too," Judy said, tapping her chin. She paused, her eyes widening. "I think he was just trying to repeat the Anonymous Vulpine case again."

The camel looked on, confused. "So what, still revenge…"

"No," Judy said, eyes closing and paw up, tapping her foot a few times before launching in. "During the Anonymous Vulpine case there was a group of mammals trying to delay it being solved, trying to make sure it and everything going on around it kept going and got worse. Someone created a fake picture supposedly showing the suspect with the howlers. It was proven a fake, but not before a vote to change the law, in doing so releasing the kit from prison, was lost. Directly because of it. Later an undercover operation to see whether the old DA was firmly linked with Bellwether and her plot was bugged by said faction, the recording later released to the crowd. Potentially hoping to boil them over… Thankfully they got the crowd's reaction badly wrong."

"So," Wade tapped on, eyes widening. "They were trying to jumpstart that whole charade up again here. Truth, if the dingo's father had heard we'd be up to here with his badgering. Probably still will be, even though we handled it pretty faultlessly."

"I guess this time they miscalculated your reaction," Basil said.

"Yeah," the camel agreed. "We're Outbackers. Crude but fair. And we always follow rule two. -No member of this police force is to maltreat the dingoes in any way at all… -If there's anybody watching."

Nick spoke up, arms crossed. "Good thing we were here, then."

"Ah, just some classic Outback humour," Wade waved off. "But without you the pup'd certainly be stuck in some legal suspicion for a few days, probably a way longer. And if his father causing a ruckus was what they wanted, well that would have got it."

"Well," Nick said. "It is his son. That's a fair dinkum, isn't it?"

"Just fair dinkum, foxy."

"Nice effort though," came the voice of the thylacine officer, waiting off to the side. "It might sound fair, but his father tended to take it way overboard even before. I mean think of that Jira boy and how he acted, then turn it way up for the father."

Wade shook his head. "I just remember you complaining about how awkward it was with Shazza and the in-laws, ain't that right Sunny Trunks?"

"Shaddup."

"Guess it must have caused issues for dingoes on the force too," Nick said.

"Yeah, he pickled off a few of our dingo boys with his yippy us or them words, and heaped abuse at the rest," Wade said. "It's what led to us putting him in hospital that one time."

The fox cast a level gaze. "That sounds proportionate."

"Ah, it was only a broken rib or so from a roo kick," Wade waved off. "It was Officer Boomer, wasn't it?"

"Yeah," the tazzie said, scratching his neck as he thought back. "That guy was right at the front of a protest, yelling at his dingo partner Fangs about betraying his species. Our dingo got shoved back, so his partner did the same in return." He gave a shrug. "Fair dinkum. But there is something I still don't get. You said that they're… this Rattigan fella, is trying to cause the same whole mess the Anonymous Vulpine case caused, right?"

"Right," Judy said, nodding.

"But what's the reason? Why? What next? At least with the dingo kids dad, he thinks all his chaos and stuff will 'make things better for his species'. What about this bat, or his boss, or whatever. What do they want at the end of the day?"

"We don't know either," Judy said, shaking her head. "It's what we're trying to find out. And this chaos isn't the only thing he's after, or at least we believe he's after. He's fighting on different fronts, for something… If this even was the same bat…"

"He's used Fidget so many times before," Basil said, shaking his head.

"But do we know it's Fidget?" the bunny pressed, tapping her foot. "I mean, a bat took the bulbs from that store, a bat attacked Vern Rodenberg in his house to try and keep him clear of the Anonymous Vulpine case, a bat spied on the attempt to repatriate Du… an important witness. And now a bat dropped these off here. Do we know it's the same bat? How do we know there are not two different evil plans going on at the same time, and we're just assuming they're all linked… Or am I speaking up pellets here?"

"No," Dave soothed. "It could be a classic fallacy we fall into there, assuming it's all linked. But, from the witness descriptions we know that the middle two bats were linked and sounded awfully like Fidget. And after forensics looks at these howlers, they'll probably find some bat hairs they can check against those in Vern's place. That'd confirm it's the same bat, bridging the gap."

"I mean, it was all pretty obvious," Basil carried on, a signature look of superiority on his face.

Judy's eyes narrowed. "Okay then, so what's his endgame? Or is he just chaos for chaos' sake."

The look faded, but rather than humility it was replaced with a stone faced weariness. "No. However crazy his plan seemed, there was always some payoff. Some higher goal. And with how wide his actions are spreading this time… I'm scared what that end goal will be."

A quiet filled the room for a bit, before Nick spoke out. "You know, we can't think of something… But there's another detective who might… And even if she can't, it'd probably be best to see how she's doing."

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"Sweet yams and parsnips. Just a shootout?"

"Sí," Carmelita nodded. Sitting on a chair inside a CSI tent, she had her thickest jumper on nice and snug, a cup of hot chocolate steaming, and a lunchtime croissant dipping in. She pulled it out and took a bite.

"Against a group of polar bears led by a fox with live ammunition, yes."

Judy's eyes sprung wide for a second, head tilting a bit, before she shook it off. "And…?"

"They got away on high speed snowmobiles," she said, a frown of distaste on her muzzle. "Despite my best efforts, and that of another two mammals of interest."

"Another two?" Basil asked.

"A brown bear and a vixen. And interestingly," Carm mused, a smile growing on my face. "Our really bad fox thought I was that vixen, and during our brief dance I played along."

"Ooooh…" the mouse said, eyes suddenly alight. "Did he blame you for a certain goat's disappearance?"

"He was especially angry on behalf of his partners subordinate," Carm said, as she then explained through it. The initial look into Kozlov's place and her slight suspicions that someone was messing about in the Big estate, only to dismiss it. The few little clues she found in the place, before the enemy arrived, along with the enemy of the enemy. Her dancing through the mansion, shock pistol coming up against the hard barriers that had dissuaded many a police force and military platoon from investing in them. Her little games, quick escape, forced withdrawal and last attempts to stop them fleeing. Coming to the end, she brought up her phone, showing the picture she'd found of Kozlov in his military uniform alongside a team.

Basil's eyes widened with shock. "Hang on, zoom in?"

"Found something?" she asked.

"That equid next to Kozlov," Basil said. "Looks a lot younger, but it's…"

"It is," Dave agreed. "Jorin. The Syrian wild ass that Kozlov flew out to Slavulpinch to meet with. And to test some of that shock pistol tech."

The mice scratched their ears.

"I asked if any of the cops could read Russian," Carmelita carried on. "There were two cyrillic notes in very faint pencil at the bottom. First one was some cyrillic letter, followed by -Yra and 2. The other looked like 'open oxhota'. He said the first must have been a codeword. 'Arc 2'. The other one is pronounced orel okhota." She tightened her claws and took a steadying breath, just like the first time she'd heard what it meant and some part of her had bridged the mental gap and pondered 'could it be.' "Eagle hunting."

"Pah," Basil said. "Good riddance."

Dave meanwhile stroked his chin. "So Curve 2 might have been the codeword for the shock pistol tech that they were developing back then." He snorted a little. "Maybe that big thing behind them was an attempt to turn it into a super weapon. -In which case the arc could be about trying to make it curve in flight to get over the horizon and to its target… Or maybe it shot out in a big arc to try and capture and fry any incoming missiles. -If it was the early eighties, that was when Ronald Rhino was talking about building a missile defence system for the USA. What if this was their attempt at the reverse. I mean," he chuckled. "There's your eagle hunting for you."

Carm's mouth opened in a small gasp. "Sí. Good idea, that could be it. But I think that more than ever, we have to find Kozlov. He's the key to all of this."

'Though it would help if…' she imagined a certain someone saying into her ear, before she shut him out.

"There is something else you've learnt," Judy said, Carm's ears perking. There was a slight blur as the tablet or phone or whatever was taken out of Nick's paws and spun around to face the bunny. Having previously focussed on the fox's face or chest, pocket and mice centre stage, it now looked out at Judy, her face framed by a window looking out into the naturally lit lobby of the precinct. "But first, let me catch you up on what we've been doing."

That she did, the vixen pondering and nodding along. And, of course, imagining someone else pondering for her. 'Huh, Roo's and Dingo's not getting along. Not the impression we got from that mining outfit we had fun at, was it?"

'Mutual pursuit of greed can make many a mammal an unlikely ally,' she mused back, as Judy finished off with the discussion they'd been having of late. Such as whether this was all connected or not.

"Anyhow, I think you gave an answer to that one," the bunny said.

"Did I?"

"Uh-hu. Your fox is his own criminal, alright, but he's partnering up with Rattigan for something. It's a criminal alliance. Either on the same goal, or on a bunch of different ones, and your fox is member number two."

Carm's eyes widened. "Of course… It's the Klaww Gang, and Feindlish Five, all over again." She then chuckled a bit. "Mutual pursuit of greed can make many a mammal an unlikely ally," she repeated, only to pause. She wasn't sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Either way… "In such a case, I'm less caught up that we weren't all here for this. Yes, we didn't catch these mammals, but you two certainly stopped one of their plans from lighting off…" Her grin faded somewhat. "For now, at least."

Judy nodded. "Yeah," she said, scratching her head. "Stay together or split up, we can't win huh."

"We've won a little victory," Carm said. "And learnt a little more about what's going on on the other side."

Judy nodded. "I suppose we should be glad we seem to have one set of allies, trying to take them down…" Her nose twitched, angrily. "Though why they can't join with us and fight straight on, I don't know?"

'Because sometimes the boys in blue are just no fun,' she imagined her old partner saying… Very much before he was her old partner. 'And seeing as they call themselves 'the new Cooper gang', apart from being an inferior modern reboot, maybe taking down super baddies is just one of the balls they're juggling.'

"There are lots of extra-legal strategies they might be employing," Carm shrugged. "Just one for the greater good, and that might push them into what they do."

Judy's nose began to twitch. "What… like torture? Murder?"

"Or something far worse," she smiled. "Dare I say, possession of stolen goods." She gave an exaggerated shiver, a small smile growing on Judy's face while the vixen imagined a certain procyonid standing next to her and rolling his eyes.

"I guess the only way we'll find out is if we catch them," Judy said. "I heard a memo that our goat still isn't talking, even about them."

"A stonewall to the end," Carm grumbled. "But still, maybe we'll chance on someone who does know who they are and what they do." After all, she knew one… not a mammal, who'd certainly know. Currently out who knows where, long riding on the wave that was the statute of limitations, doing who knew what. She didn't know if Judy noticed, but her ears were dipping down. Truth be told, she kind of missed him. Him and Murray too.

And of course, her ringtailed little fiend.

Wherever, whenever, he was.

Judy paused, head tilting as she caught the expression on the vixen, only for a knock on the door and a mention about 'someone we thought you guys should see' to pivot her eyes and ears away.

Carm just swallowed it down. However much she missed him, reminiscing about how he could solve everything would solve nothing. Heck, if he was found about now, she was sure that he'd know exactly what to do on his own and everything would be okay. Sadly, the world wasn't a…

A voice Carmelita didn't know blurted out of the tablet, dripping in shock and disbelief. One word, just one word, but it sent a sudden iced shiver down her spine and to the tip of her tail. "Sly?"

Her ears picked up and she blinked. On the screen Judy did too, looking over to the source of the call.

"I can't believe it. Sly!?"

Carm felt her heartbeat flutter.

"I… I don't believe this," the Australian accented voice said. "Of all the times. Of all the places…"

"Judy? What's going on…"

"A kangaroo just came in with a prisoner.".

"After everything, all my trust, you're STILL getting in trouble! What did you steal this time Sly?"

Her mouth tensed back and trembling, her heart drumming like a thunderstorm, screaming that this could be, this would be exactly how he'd return to her, while her brain had gone AWOl, not even able to tell her that it surely wouldn't be him when this was just too right. She watched as the screen blurred around, settling first on a thylacine cop with a single long head-hair bang, looking just as equally shocked and equal parts angry as he threw his arms out and growled out at…

"I didn't steal anything," mumbled the browner furred thylacine, standing there bare chested in a scrappy denim punk jacket, trousers held up by a silver skull-buckle belt, one arm cuffed to the kangaroo next to him and the other working through his own forward pointing head-hair bang. "Honest, little bro."

"True," the kangaroo nodded. "Vandalism this time. And a side order of arson!

The thylacine cop's jaw began to drop down, reaching a measly thirty degree angle before snapping back up, to (if that was the fox's sigh) Nick's great disappointment. "I don't believe this."

"I don't believe it too! It's a stupid mix up…"

"Really?" the lighter furred tazzie said, paws on hips.

"Yeah! Listen little bro, I know we haven't seen eye to eye a lot… But this time, this time I swear I didn't do anything, I swear. C'mon, you believe me, don't you Ty?"

An irritated Tasmanian tiger vocalisation broke the silence.

"I swear!" Sly said, paws out. "I was walking by the woods and there was a tara fella doing some clearing, and called me over and he said he'd pay me some if I'd ugana puye lote. So I did, at which point he'd got a fire going and asked me to tapilti ningina mumara prupari patrula. At which point this coppa-fella tara hopped along and pulled his badge and got me for vandalism and…"

"You gotta admit Sunny Trunks," the camel officer chuckled, as Sly kept going. "He's really thought this one out."

"-You still wear those things!?" Sly exclaimed, Ty groaning.

"Yes…"

"You wearing them now?"

"NO!"

"Is it 'cause Shazza has the hots for them?"

"Shaddup."

"Anyah!" Sly said, giving his brother a 'gotcha' look. "Tebroah! Keetrellby noomena peniggomaree!"

"Mealkamma!"

"Noia."

"Shaddup about my kaeeta maleetya," Ty yelled, only for Sly to break down into a wet raspberry of a laugh. "Snigger all you want," the Thylacop said. "Your made up story won't get you out of this one, and neither will I!"

-And I didn't think it out. It really happened!"

The whole screen moved back to Judy. "I think you get the idea," she said, scratching her head to the sound of tasmanian tiger family drama.

"Sí," Carmelita said, sadly. Judy briefly picked up on the tone, the tip of the iceberg, but a knock on the side of Carm's tent came as a welcome distraction. "We'll talk again soon."

"Yup," Judy said, saluting.

Carm flashed a smile and returned the gesture before closing down the meeting. "Si?" she asked, looking on as a wolf officer popped his head in.

"We'd like you to fill us in on a little…"

"A, un momento por favor," she said, grabbing her now warm hot chocolate and chilled croissant. Croissant into chocolate, chocolate into mouth, she scarfed it down and focussed on that, not on how stupid she'd just been.

What had she been thinking?

Her Sly was gone.

He was always gone, always would be.

She shouldn't have got her hopes up.

The last bit rammed down, she stepped out, steeling her nerves.

"Hey, you okay?"

-Evidently not well enough. "Sure, I'm good, thanks."

Off to work she went. A similar scene played out on Outback Island, albeit far more humdrum. While the actual lack of a legal arrest cut down the paperwork significantly, there was still a bunch to fill in. Something that, in a spare office, a bunny and fox were working hard at clearing as fast as possible. Nick signed his name at the bottom of one, flipped it over, and was about to carry on with the next when he froze, a paw suddenly touching his. Ears up, he looked down to see Judy there, looking up at him. "Hey," she said. "You okay?"

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High up in the cloud forest region of the Rainforest District, the peace and tranquillity of the area was no more pronounced than in one of the gardens of the Jade Temple Spiritual Retreat.

Most of the time…

"Oh… Oh my god… oh, they've outdone themselves." The giant panda Po smiled as he slurped down the last of his noodles. By his side, a hyena and two fox kits were finishing their food.

"Do you guys do takeout?" Haida asked, finishing off his food. "You'd make a lot of money doing takeout."

"They actually do premium catering," the panda said, as Ash scratched his head.

"So you're a temple and also a business?"

"We're a temple," the panda said, paw up. "A temple that pays its bills on time."

Ash blinked for a second, then shrugged. "Okay, that makes sense. Bills to pay and it's not like monk stuff is in demand."

"Right…" Kris said, chopstick prodding his noodles

Ash looked over at him. "Okay, and how would you have them pay their bills?"

The silverfox scratched the back of his head. "I mean, how do most temples do it? It's just…" He trailed off, pausing as he saw Ash staring at him, an eyebrow raised. An awkward silence ensued before he huffed. "It doesn't sound as reverential as I'd expect, given the setting and all."

He looked up, shrugging, as three pairs of slightly confused eyes looked back at him. Finally, Ash closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his muzzle, huffing. "Kris, they're giving us free food…"

"That's not my problem. Many religions do. Singhism for a start…"

"See, you know that and you weren't even at the lesson we were taught it," Ash waved on. "Now, as they have the kitchens and staff and make really nice food, they also have a side hustle that pays the rent. No-ones getting harmed, so stop flea picking."

"No-one was harmed by money changers in the temple, but that's pretty specifically a major deal with a lot of people…"

Ash folded his face into his paws. "Oh Jesus…"

"Yes, him especially."

"Would you rather they not give us a free meal at all?"

"I mean," Kris began, only to trip over his tongue. There was an awkward pause as Po stepped up, walking over.

"Hey, if you didn't like it that's no biggie. Well I mean it is, as I want to find something…"

"It was nice," Kris insisted. "Very nice, Mr Po…"

"Huh?" he asked, before laughing. "Oh, it's Ping. Mr Ping. But my name's Po, so call me Po. Po Ping! You're Kris right?"

"Uh-hu. And the tiger out there, you called her Tigress, but she's…"

"Tigress," he said, smiling.

Kris' head tilted, as Haida cleared his throat. "Is that a 'Protein' situation?"

"Protein?" Po asked, face lighting up. "I love that guy! He has the best sense of humour. I remember one joke: 'Protein, protein, protein.' And so I went, 'I don't know, what did he do with that pink antler'. And he said; 'Protein, protein, PROTEIN!'" He burst down laughing. "I'm sorry, but you hyenas are good in the jokes department. But against Protein? Ha! Sorry there, but you are pundamentally outclassed."

"Right," Haida said, pulling a little smile. "Seems like I better get down to the joke centre and sign up for an unenjoyment cheque. After all, that roo just made me repundant!"

"Hahahaa! Ooooh, funny guy. But not the funniest." Po cheered. "And yeah, I guess you could say that Tigress is a kind of Protein like situation. Same for the others she trained with. Yes, Master Crane is a proper sentient bird. No, he's not here, he's off to take part in an endangered species protection program. Anyway, just Tigress you need to worry about."

"Right," Kris nodded.

"Uh-hu, speaking of worrying about. No longer need to be worried about getting hungry while training. You need a good full belly of hearty stuff to hold out, given that mammals will be trying to knock you down. So, let's go and start training!"

With that he led them off to a small hall, a padded ring in the centre. "So, this is an actual dojo?" Haida asked, stretching his limbs.

"Well actually it's a kwoon, but same idea," the panda said.

Ash put up his paw. "Are we getting into special clothes for this or anything?"

"If you feel like doing so, sure. Though today's just getting the feel for everything." He cracked his knuckles, looking at Haida. "Such as what it's like to fight a hyena, head on."

Eyes narrowed, and targeted eyes glanced around, before staring forward. Haida let out a determined huff. "Okay," he said, giving the odd limber up. "Today's the day!" He slipped off his jacket and then jumped into the ring. Po followed, feet hitting the ground. Together, they stared each other off, Haida closing his arms and tensing his body.

"What's the plan?" the bamboo munching ursid asked, limbering up. His thick body fat and fur rippled like a sumo wrestler.

"The plan? Oh, that's easy, I…" Haida trailed off, a smug smile growing on his face. "I'm not telling you that."

Po smiled. "Lesson one, learnt. Never tell your opponent your plan. Lesson two…" He suddenly raced forward, feet pounding on the ground as he picked up speed. Haida's eyes widened in alarm, and suddenly he threw out an offensive punch right into the panda's gut.

The panda completely ignored it, the rest of his front pushing out and knocking the hyena back before pushing out his arms. Haida scrabbled with his own, only to have them yanked up as Po lifted him from under his armpits and then threw his black and white torso back. The hyena only managed a short, confused, 'ehhh' as he was reeled over, the world spinning as his back was slammed onto the ground. The wind kicked out, a sudden crushing pressure on his chest kept it out, and as his vision cleared he saw a black and white figure standing over him triumphantly.

"Lesson two. Surprise!" He leant down and pulled the hyena up. "You did good!"

"Really?" he asked, rubbing a sore spot. "I wasn't expecting to lose that much."

The panda nodded. "Well… When I say you did good, you kind of really, really, really flopped on lesson three."

"Oh, right. Which is?"

Po looked around and waved the fox kits closer before turning back to Haida. "Okay, I was charging you, what was your plan?"

"Well, punch you in the gut, try and punch you back and try and meet and block your attacks, and have some dignity by the time you won."

"Okay… well thinking you're gonna lose just means you're baking it in that you're gonna lose. But, more importantly, you were thinking that we'd be like one of those cool kung fu or karate movies where we're matching our moves with each other, like a mirror image or close enough, striking closer and closer to perfection. Right?"

"Right…" Haida nodded.

"Well, those fights tend to look real cool, but that's not how it really works." The panda chuckled. "Boy, I got that wrong. My teacher did too. Which is why my first months of lessons just really, really, sucked. You know," he said, suddenly looking forlorn. "I was about ready to give up Kung-Fu, my dream." And then he looked up. "But then he realised what he was doing wrong. First off, motivation, sometimes you struggle to push towards a big goal over the horizon, so if you lay out lots of little rewards you can really help yourself along. But, more to the point, he was blind to his own eyes." And with that, Po looked off wistfully into the air.

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Ash and Haida turned to each other, confused, as Kris put his paw up. "He was teaching you as if you were just any other student. But you weren't. You were a panda student."

"Exactly," Po said, as the other fox and hyena nodded. "He was trying to teach me the same style he taught Tigress. Tiger style, one of the big five. It's great for her. It's all direct force, and big powerful movements with your whole body, gearing up to give big mega punches and kicks. BAM BAM! WHACK! Before they can see it coming, snapping too and snapping to dodge, making those big muscles work." He smiled, before rolling his eyes. "But guess what, I'm a panda! I'm not that fast, my limbs aren't that strong. I can't snap a punch and flick dodge out from a flying kick." He smiled, pointing at himself. "But my body can absorb a punch, and once they're committed they can't snap out and away from my own. And my punches are like a freight train, and the slam and weight of my entire body is like an even bigger freight train."

"So you mix some kung fu and sumo to make panda style," Ash said.

"Yes! Exactly," Po agreed, pointing to him. He then turned back to Haida. "Kung Fu isn't about trying to reach this one perfect peak or ideal, it's about finding your own! We're all different, we're all strong and weak, we evolved that way and trying to push out of it… Well, Shizi Tzu said, 'He who holds the high ground, and maintains his lines of supplies, will fight to an advantage.'"

Kris' ears snapped up. "If we occupy it first, we should hold the heights and wait for the enemy. If the enemy holds it first, do not go after him, but entice him out by retreating."

Po blinked, before throwing out a thumbs up. "Yes! Perfect." He then turned to them. "Your species, the things you evolved to do, the things you are best at. Those are your high ground. And you should hold it and hold it, until you win, or until your enemy abandons theirs… And you then win."

"So," Haida said, smiling. "I've got to find my own hyena style, right?"

"Exactly! What are hyenas known for. In the savage ages, how did you hunt and survive. Those are your high ground. That's where you win." He then turned to the foxes. "Same with you two. I wanna see some fox style!"

Ash gave a confident look, while Kris…

The silverfox had a deeply unconvinced look on his muzzle. One that did not escape Po. "Not sure how to do that?" the panda asked.

"No," he said quietly. "Just…" He trailed off, not sure how to say it. Not that he got a chance.

"Well, how about you come up here and spar with me," Po said. "Let's see what The Ace can do."

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AN: A while back a simple curious bit of research to see what the aboriginal name for Tasmanian Devil was kind of sent me down a rabbit hole… A very BIG rabbit hole.

Tapilti ningina mumara prupari patrula (Go and get a bit of wood and stick it on the fire over there) is an original Palawa saying that survived, and was both confirmed by the Tasmanian Aboriginal Centre and approved for sharing with the wider community. The rest were largely taken from the indexes/ word lists in 'The Aboriginals of Tasmania' by H Ling Roth and should not be taken as part of the official Palawa Kani revival language.