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The moment had boiled down to this; who would make the first move? She anticipated it would be the marten to go fleeing off into the bushes, so long as she could see its direction she could cut it off before it reached cover. But he did not look like he was ready to budge. He continued to stare at her, waiting… expecting to be chased to it would take cover.
As if the powers that be were tired of this staring competition, they sent a distraction to startle the tiny creature into moving. As soon as it sensed another wolf, its little hairs rose and its body darted toward a lone bush. The female was at its tail instantly, powerful legs closing the distance whilst her jaws lunged down to snap around the long elusive tail. The creature shrieked in terror before a large paw swung down on its head and effectively silenced its futile cries for freedom. Finally, a turn in her favor.
But she recalled it was not be her own efforts that this capture was made possible. Holding the tail of the marten between her jaws she turned to look at the godsend of a distraction and greeted him with a grateful wag. She whined her gratitude as she slowly made her advance, trusting as always that body before her was benign and was no risk of a threat. Besides, how could a send from the ancestors be anything but friendly?