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The game had taken an exciting and dangerous turn, leading Hati to weave in and out between the unforgiving tree trunks, crashing through fallen branches and leaping over logs at the last second. He could barely keep up with this pace, and found himself gradually slowing, feeling the slightest twinge of regret for having chosen this direction. This wasn't as fun as romping in the field. As if on cue, Hati heard the far-off noise of a strangled yelp, and the thud of an impact.

All at once Hati found himself alone, just as he had started. He skidded to a halt, tongue lolling from open jaws as he panted, struggling to catch his breath. His lean, lanky frame was ideal for sprinting, but he lacked the long-term endurance his sibling could boast of. He grew tired easily, and now that Skoll had been swallowed by the night, Hati found his confidence fading as well. There was nothing in the forest that should scare him, but it did anyway; an inky blackness engulfing him as the tree leaves blotted out the light of the moon. He peered back over his shoulder, half expecting to see the pale form of his brother bursting forth to tackle him... but nothing came. His tail waved nervously, then stilled, hanging limply behind his haunches. Was he lost? Had... something happened?


He moved several paces in the direction the noise had come from, but realized he felt disoriented and was unsure if he was going the right way. This was the downside to the night world he loved; everything looking different made it far too easy to get turned around and confused. His questing nose couldn't seem to locate his brother's scent, and he quickly gave up on the hunting game, feeling tired and disheartened. If his eyes and nose failed him, he always had his ears. Hati sat down with a thump, tilted his snout up to the sky, parted his jaws, and let out a low mournful howl. It was his first true wolf howl, not the discordant cries of a puppy, and he held onto the resonating note for as long as he could, suddenly proud of the way his deep voice reverberated through the trees. Skoll had to answer him, that was how it worked -- then they would find each other.



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