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His ears flicked to the same rustle that captured Kero's attention, and his posture slipped into a readied crouch as the red wolf nudged his shoulder and gestured toward it. The predator was on alert now, his silver eyes focused sharply ahead as the hunting party crept forward. For once, his ever-moving tail was still, though he felt the electric tingle of excitement as they watched the opossum move among the branches. It was oblivious to them, not even the wind betrayed their scent.

Minutes passed, though time seemed to have come to a stand still. Then, the moment the wolves were hoping for. The marsupial's claws made audible scratching sounds as it descended the trunk of the next tree over from the one it had been spotted in. Luke felt the tension come into his muscles, prepared to move, but what the next best move he was not sure. Should he circle it? If they leaped out at it, would it play dead for them or scurry back to the tree? These were the questions of inexperience.

His head did not turn, but his gaze shifted to Kero. He was leading this hunt, and the white wolf would take his cue from the one who had hunted these before.