The Sentinels gather round the campfire

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his steel-flecked muzzle swerved from the umber face of the leader to the fine, porcelain features of the female dictating the hunt. he hunkered down between the protective rise of sagebrush, his gaze fastened on the herd ahead. at aria's command the wolf rose and prowled forth at a lurching canter, swinging wide around the sparse ferns in a driving push. his lope served as a distraction -- as the herd turned to look at the sudden disturbance in the snow, their flanks would be open for a cleverly devised attack.