It had been three weeks since she'd seen Frodo. Heading out to where they'd held their last lesson, Terra stood on a small hill looking over the meadow. There was the rabbit warren she'd hunted at, now covered in snow. The rabbits hadn't grown any less in number, though their white coat made it more difficult to pick them out. She'd killed prey for the first time by actual design instead of a happy accident there. Granted, Terra hadn't improved much since. She could take down rabbits with obvious defects without much difficulty, but they were hard to find, and the cleverer ones still evaded her grasp. Today that would be fixed hopefully.
Lifting her head Terra howled, a mournful pitch that danced and weaved like a coyote's, though longer and more silken than it would be if she was full blooded. Her ears pricked forward, waiting for the possible reply. Would Frodo have remembered? Even if he had, would he have come out? The snow was much deeper, forcing Terra into her secui form to battle through the depths. In lupine her movement was much slower, catching in the deeper drifts. She was learning some tricks for picking out shallower places and the like, but as this was the first winter she could properly recall her knowledge of it was rather small, so secui form served her best.
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