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like any child, Casmir had only a partially-formed sense of danger -- while he was in awe of the antlers the great stag wore, it was bare instinct that kept him from giving chase, that and Dante's own stillness. He would need to be guided in many lessons by the adults of the pack. "yeah," he whispered fiercely. "the big one with the ... thingies," he finished lamely, the word evading him for the present.

sidling alongside the leader, he bumped Dante's shoulder with his own. "can we get the little one?" Cas asked, not to harry or to hurry, but out of mere curiosity -- would the leader's skill be enough to snatch the fawn and evade the stag?