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Follow, the silent command of his shadow-hued father said, and Connie did.  Faithful as a shadow himself at the heels of his parent.  His throat thrummed with excitement, his whole body vibrating silently underneath his fur as he prepared for whatever was to come.

They approached with stealth like ninjas, Constantine trying to mimic his father's every move until they paused.  Then he crept up near to  his father, looking at the hare with anticipation and interest.  The quiet, solitary word made his upper lip curve back for a moment before he darted forward.  A dark inkblot of movement against the ground, quiet as could be; for once, he did not crow or call out as he raced forward.  He was learning the art of quiet from the elder Mayfair.

The hare, of course, still caught wind of its potential impending doom.  Though a small wolf was not a huge threat, it was a threat still.  It darted away and he gave chase, but of course it was faster than he; a small cub was no match for a hare on the run for its life.