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among the gnarled bent of blackened briarwood the fleetest sign of a timid hare emerged, doe-eyed with flared and twitching nostrils. the pale-smoke wolf watched the thing silently, his golden eyes rung with hungry intensity. he would have made his move were it not for the wind that moved against him, turning away from his favor and alerting the hare of his location. there was a snap and a scuttle and the hare was rapidly gone -- and tachyon's stomach remained empty.

unhappy with his lack of progress but not at all permanently dismayed, the wolf turned towards the broad meadow where the donnelaith wolves often congregated. as he tread between the fresh-born flowers and their bright faces he saw lasher ahead, undisturbed by the mire of resonant bees between them. tachyon was not so brave -- he picked a path that suggested a strange aversion to the honey-laden insects, and with a smile no less cheery than the flowers besides him he approached slowly and licked his alpha's cheek in submissive greeting. he had noted the male seemed behest by silent thoughts, and unwilling to disturb his alpha's mind tachyon made no mention of his observance.