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Assumptions indicating illness were quickly discarded by the exuberant display. In alarm the she-wolf reared back on her hindlegs and took a few awkward steps back before dropping back down into a small puddle of muck. The excited female had seemed so meek before as far as the Nomad could acutely read. But this reaction was clearly unexpected. Such elation for a gesture that came second nature...at least to most.
"Well...yes I would," finding her voice again, the autumn woman replied and reclaimed her prior forward steps. "It would be my pleasure to help." X'yrin smiled kindly while humbly tipping her head in affirmation. "Though it is in your best interest to know that you are very close to our borders," she raised her head to its accustomed height bearing down at the female not in threat but to caution her. "...but you have not crossed them. My Family calls the mountain and the surrounding lands home, but we do not claim it all. You needn't worry about trespassing. Else this would be a wholly different conversation."
Having verbally enforced what was claimed by the pack, she visibly relaxed and watched with a gentle smile as her curious acquaintance sniffed the ground for a scent. True as it was for tracking and timing to be essential for a successful hunt, there were other aspects that needed to be noted. "If it were easy, then there would be no thrill for the hunt and all the predators would grow fat and lazy," she teased. "But the ancestors give us ways to lessen the strain of the hunt." Raising her muzzle, she gestured to the sky.
"The wind can either help us or hinder is. It can carry out scent to our prey and be our undoing, or it can take it away when set at the right angle." She then lowered her muzzle and motioned with her tail the direction the creature had run off to. "The habit of the creature...its direction. Prey are predictable and will usually seek a place to hide if they sense they are being hunted. It is just a matter of finding the place they feel safe."
And with her head turned, she followed through the motion and began walking back around the base of the mountain, lowering her muzzle to the ground in search of a scent. "The wind is in our favor," she announced feeling a slight resistance from the winds as a cool gust swept through. "Now we use our 'sneaking'-" she smiled "- and what is known about small prey...and no doubt we will find it."
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