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The adults all drew closer to the herd, but rather than rushing in like the wild, hot-blooded animals they were, Nightjar's parents and the other hunters formed a tight circle. Confused by this (for he felt that he would've preferred to just run in), the young wolf looked back to Magpie for an answer. "They're strategizing," said Magpie, earning a frown from the young pup. There was no place for talking and planning in his brain; action was his way.

"Why?" he asked, almost petulantly, as though the very concept of using a tactic while hunting was offensive to him. It wasn't, of course, but he didn't understand it properly. He would never have a strategist's mind; he was purely instinctual, and instincts weren't quite enough to formulate a plan off of. "To better succeed," said their mentor. Nightjar thought they could succeed just fine on their own, but he didn't argue or press the issue. Instead, he faced the group again and prepared himself to join the hunt, as he thought he soon would be.