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Driven by hunger and the promise of a meal, he picked up his feet and pressed onward. The white wolf joined him. He glanced at her for a moment, snorted and continued on. She could help if she wished. That would be fine. If anything it would make this easier so long as she proved a help and not a hinderance. He'd not hunted much with her before, but if she was as good as catch food as she was at catching wolves daring their borders, he imagined she'd do alright.

He found the herd more inland this time. Kero paused, lowering his nose to sniff at fresh tracks before he caught sight of them at their new romping grounds. He ducked, flashing his tail behind him to indicate she do the same as he crouched low and surveyed the herd before him. Something... there had be be something worth eating in that herd.

There. He spotted it. A fawn. A dainty possibly only a few weeks old. All the same he wanted it. His mouth salivated as he watched it prance and explore dangerously far from the rest of the herd. Kero stalked forward, flicking his ears into attention before he sprang after it.