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As he ate his fill, the wolf kept an eye on his surroundings and Wildfire caught herself holding her breath when his gaze eventually found its way to her. His demeanor did not change much; he looked at her with some interest but continued bolting down his meal. She slowly relaxed and let out a breath, remaining watchful. When he ultimately motioned for her to come down and share in his repast, her lips parted again in an expression of surprised disbelief.

She was actually hungrier for his knowledge than his food. She rose slowly and began picking her way carefully down into the cleft, butterscotch eyes trailing after him as he began to wander around the immediate area. She glanced at the remains of the young goat for an instant, then looked at him again, wondering why he was so willing to share. Maybe he was such a good hunter that he always had some to spare. Wildfire became even more intrigued.

She came to a stop perhaps five feet from the kill, though she didn't eat. She was still watching him. "This isn't a trap, is it?" Wildfire quipped after a moment, her joke a bit awkward in delivery, as she wasn't sure how else to break the ice with this intimidatingly formidable hunter.