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Hux continues about his business without much fuss and Artaax follows along in the same fashion. Every so often she glances back to see his form close. She’s sure yesterday he was three inches shorter. Seeing him now in his steadier gait, he’d shot up overnight. One ear flickers upon her head and she’s suddenly worrying he’ll gain an inch each time she looks at him. Tightening her jaw, she returns her attention forward and picks up her face when the smell finally reenters his nose.

“There is a rabbit den not far from here,” she urges, slowing to a stop. “The wind is blowing against us, so they won’t be able to smell us as fast. If you creep up slow enough, you might find some outside and catch them off guard,” she instructs and hovers back, lowering to the ground and directing him with a point of her nose.