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Watching the children work through their problems has always been interesting. As Artaax found the baby fox and what he learned that day, Thuringwethil feels comfortable that he’ll figure this one out just as well. She watches as he creeps forward but she remains in the distance, her dark form settling into the shadows of the redwoods and local brush. She makes contact with the boy ones and she gives him only a nod to continue forth. If he’s able to keep up to speed with what he’s about to face, it’ll be easy for him to take one down. The creatures are fragile in ways that a single bite will kill them and Artaax is big enough now to handle that. Perhaps big enough for something more impressive than rabbits but starting small will build him up for more successes.

Movement catches her eye and she turns, wondering if Artaax will spot the same rabbit in the distance, curiously returning home. For the moment, it does not notice the wolves but it does draw out a second rabbit from the ground and her own mouth pools with salivation in anticipation.