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She lost her, though she did not assume it was easily. Echelon slowed her race through the grasses, pausing briefly to regain her breath as nothing more than a dark shadow against a wild rock outcropping. Faintly, she heard the irritated growl of Nanuk somewhere out there, but did not readily spot her. Just as well, as once she had cooled the worst of her proverbial jets, she was back through the grasses towards her.

Only it was not a direct approach towards her. Calculated and calmly, Echelon stepped carefully and quiet. If not for her size, she probably would have made a good hunter, but in reality she was far from it. And her prey so to speak was not the small flavor she often pursued — she was that of a bear. And rightly so, Echelon treated her as such. Like night and day, the nature of their game shifted for her, though she would not draw blood unjustly. Staying downwind of the bear-like she-wolf, she threaded the needle as quietly as she could past her.