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The closer every step carried her on, the easier he became to find and hone in on. She found him soon after and with a curious glint, she strode closer and investigated his slack kill: fresh, just as scent--and sound, had all suggested. Although she did not see the hunt, nor the takedown, she still felt the need to say it as she reached the growing boy, who was good distance from the hungry little blot he had been once. She was pleased to see him come this far this soon, since it seemed summer sped by in a blink. She was still relieved he was eating meats on his own, and evidently, was polishing his skills as a killer effectively enough too. Less and less she worried about them being so out and about. More than ever, they were on their way to their own niches and stories, she hoped.

Proud, she didn't hassle his space over the morsel of meat too intensely, though her eyes never left him. "Nice catch," she appraised the silvered pup's efforts. "See any more?" she asked.