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Furi didn't, so Wildfire simply acknowledged this with a nod and then continued pursuing the trail. As the scent grew stronger in her nose, her movements slowed considerably. She reached a point where she was essentially creeping along in slow motion, trying to make no noise to give the two of them the best chance to surprise their prey.

And suddenly, it came into view. In the very same instant, it spotted the wolves and made a dash to the side. With a mastery under her belt, the Feisripa was used to this sort of hunt and rather skilled at quick decisions and even quicker reactions. She sprang toward the marten, trying to cut it off, and it quickly zoomed in another direction. Wildfire dug her heels in and gave chase, zig to the marten's zag, and managed once to clip it by the tail.

But it outmaneuvered her and, despite a perfunctory effort on Wildfire's part, it would not be shepherded toward Furi. It disappeared down some hole or another and the huntress could only drew up and pant, glancing over at her cohort with an apologetic shrug.