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Moon Runner smelled the wound. Open flesh. Blood. The unique scent of healthy, healing cells.

Sister’s primitive charades conveyed the event and Moon Runner immediately understood. Her tail wagged as her mouth opened in a jovial pant, proud of Sister’s ferocity. She loped in a circle, to give her sibling space as she ate, and resisted the desire to groom and fawn over her like Mother would.

Then, she put her newest skills on display. Moon Runner crouched like a stalking lion and pounced on a blade of grass.

We hunt. I learn, the spirit said. Suddenly, Moon Runner lept into the air with a growl with full body extension, propelled by well-muscled haunches,

Father and I chase birds! The spirit cheered.

Her heart beat quickly, but Moon Runner chose to lie down on her side. She yipped and crooned a high note to express her love of the hunt, amber eyes full of life.