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He knew the scent, though his description was met with a blank stare from Haunt. Snow? She mouthed the word as she repeated it in her head, which she shook to show she didn't understand. Although Kigipigak warned her that it would be dangerous, it didn't seem to make him hesitate. Haunt made a gesture that said, Let's go then. Would she ever turn down an opportunity to hunt?

Licking her chops, she trailed just a few soft footsteps behind the adult, trusting he knew what he was doing. The cat's scent grew stronger in her nose, joining a broadening mental database. It did smell dangerous; at least, something about the odor set her teeth on edge and made the snowy fur between her shoulder blades prickle warily.