It's all about the technique
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Deuce felt relaxed. This wasn't the first time her mate had lead a hunt. He was a fine hunter. She nudged his hand, her tail lazilly swinging. She gave him a smile and spoke up, presuming to speak for the leaders. You wouldn't have been asked if they didn't think you could handle it, love.

She wouldn't try to lead a hunt. hadn't tried since the disaterous hunt with Hymn. Hymn had gotten hurt. That was so long ago. So very long ago. Hymn had been but a pup, afterall. Syemv. Deuce felt the occasional pang for it. Much like, she was sure, the former members of Chimera felt the same pangs.


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