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As Tonravik began to lead them away, Echelon fell into step with her aokkatti silently. She did not doubt that the others were in attendance as they moved on and swiftly they were there too. As the smell of prey flooded through her senses, she was hopeful that they would come across something that was good. That much she felt they were owed at that point, especially since moose seemed to loiter around in the territory with some sense of reckless abandon. And it had been a while since she had good a hunk of moose meat too.