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No dice. Bazi could only sprint so far, and when it became obvious that the hunt would drag on, she shifted down through canter, trot, and walk, finally becoming stationary after a hundred meters of slow deceleration. Their prey sprinted on, disappearing south. Bazi turned to look at her mate, distant from her now - far enough away that she could not see his expression. The pale queen snorted loudly through her nose, maintained her stare for a moment longer, then broke away - the very sight of him made her blood boil, and she did not even want to consider the why. Did it even matter? No amount of logic was going to cut through her disdain for her lover, even if it was both stupid and source-less.

Without a word, Bazi turned tail and headed east - away from the pack. Perhaps she would find a stranger and pretend to be Wilder again.

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