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When their brother strode into view, Wildfire's black tail broke into a wag. She accepted his greeting with a friendly nibble and even a muffled bark. Soon, others joined them, starting with Pan and ending with her mother. The middle child gave them each a friendly smile and tipped her head at Elwood Jr particularly, wondering if he was grumpy because he'd been pulled from his bed or if he was just missing his mother right now.

Her godmother's absence was certainly felt, though Peregrine quickly began to issue instructions and Wildfire turned to focus on him. It might have been cool to play a more direct role in the kill, yet Wildfire understood the logistics of the Master Gamekeeper's decision and didn't question his instructions. As the groups split, she forged ahead with her mother, Raven and Pan close at hand.

As they ran in the direction of the elk herd out on the prairie, Wildfire glanced upward and gasped. "Whoa, look!" she cried quietly, pointing her smudged muzzle at the moon. It had been full just moments ago and now there was a small chip missing from it. "Wasn't that full a minute ago?" she questioned, glancing at Fox in particular for whatever reason before the movement up ahead snapped her attention back to the hunt.

When the others began to run faster, so did Wildfire. Beneath the light of the eclipsing harvest moon, they approached the elk herd, the four chasers leading the way and causing the ungulates to send up an alarm and begin to scatter before them. Now it was just a matter of pinpointing the best possible prey and singling it out from the rest of the group.