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Adelle glanced back as Aly slipped up beside her. Her tail wagged joyfully, head nodding in greeting before she turned her head back to the ground. The dog was determined to keep this one from escaping. No matter what happened she would take it down, and everyone would be proud at how well she had hunted. The tautness in her muscles spoke of her desire very well. The deer wouldn't live long with her on the trail.
Reminded of the lessons she'd had on reading Adelle shook her head with a snort. She did much better reading animal trails than she did words in a book. Adelle did work through reading books occasionally, right now having found one called 'The Art of War'. It was a very fascinating book. Her tail swayed as it turned to the prey. The injury is drying. It's picking up speed. I'm guessing a few minutes away, maybe less if we hurry.