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"Gotcha!" she cried as she felt her toes make contact with the squirrel, pressing its body flat to the ground. Wildfire heard the brittle snap of tiny bones beneath her weight. The rodent gave an earsplitting scream of pain and the she-wolf quickly dove in, teeth bared as she quickly dispatched it. The body immediately went limp, though the fluffy tail twitched, erratic, tickling her feet and prompting the young huntress to release the carcass and step back.

She licked the blood from her lips, waited for the death throes to cease, then plucked her fresh kill off the ground and trotted toward a cache perhaps three dozen yards away. Wildfire made her deposit, then promptly dropped her nose to begin combing the slushy forest floor again. She had made two drop-offs so far and wanted to finish off the day with a hat trick, at least. Her pale umber eyes gleamed with predatory lust as she searched for any sign of small prey, which was quickly becoming her favorite type to hunt.