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The trotting group of wolves chit-chatted idly on their way to the hunt site. Nightjar did his best to listen in on all the conversations, but with one dead ear, it was a lot harder than it looked, and he soon lost interest. Thankfully, by the time his attention began to wander elsewhere, they reached the herd and the pack began to move forward more earnestly than before. Nightjar didn't even have time to say anything to Pantaleimon, who was evidently Peregrine's new mate, before Magpie beckoned the three cubs away from the main group.

Nightjar had no choice but to follow her, but as he did, he imagined they would be making up another attack team. Somehow, he was dense enough to have missed Peregrine's announcement that they were witnessing, not joining, the hunt. As he padded along with Magpie in pursuit of the main group, his whole body was taut and a low rumble built in his throat from the sheer excitement and anticipation.