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Now that all signs of aggression had faded from the female (for now anyway) and had been replaced with a smile of approval, Zilla once again allowed herself to relax, but only just enough to let go of some tension, like her firm belly, which had clenched up when the older wolf had suddenly growled at her. She still wasn’t going to put her trust into the stranger, for that simply wasn’t how the dark wolf’s mind worked, but now that they were going to work together, for the sake of the hunt, it’d be best to put any misgivings aside. For now, they were hunting partners, solely focused on tracking down prey and executing it swiftly, hopefully catching enough to fill both bellies. They’d need to rely- if just a little bit and only for a moment- on each other for the task. Then, the minute it was over, they would be free to growl at each other all they wanted and go their separate ways.

Her body craved to take yet another step back when the white wolf landed beside her, but she knew better this time, so she forced her feet to stay in place like they were rooted to the ground, and merely leaned her weight back some. The other loner quickly set to work sniffing around the area, searching for prey, so Zilla lowered her muzzle and began to do the same, head swinging from side to side and paws trotting quickly over the ground. Her mind was primarily focused on finding prey, but she kept a wary eye out for faulty rock patches. If she fell and killed herself, she definitely wouldn’t need prey then, would she? Angling herself away from the ledge, she began to trot up higher on the shelf, into deeper forestry, where prey was more likely to show up. Her ears turned this way and that, her nostrils flared furiously, and her pale blue eyes darted up on occasion, all checking for signs of prey. Every now and then, she’d look back over her shoulder at the other she-wolf to make sure she was looking for prey to, for some part of Zilla worried she might find the pale loner stalking her or simply sitting back and watching her temporary partner-in-crime do all the work. But no, every time she looked up, the elder wolf was still searching for prey, and seemed rather focused on it too.

A sound soon became evident to the mottled wolf, something like a rustling of grass and leaves. Perking her ears, she froze and turned to face the noise, her body now completely frozen and focused on what was ahead. By the sound of it, it seemed too small to be another adult wolf, and was too quiet to be a pup. It didn’t even seem loud enough to be a fox. Twitching her nose, she inhaled very deeply, straining to pick up the scent. Though mingled with strong smelling plants, the scent was still just strong enough to be isolated: a rabbit. A feeling of giddiness arose inside the wolf, her mouth already salivating, but she had to remind herself to stay calm, lest her excitement made her loud and careless. As quietly and slowly as she could, she turned around and trotted back over to the other loner, walking in an odd sideways fashion so she could keep an eye on the rabbit’s bush as well. Sensing the wolf beside her, she quickly nudged the she-wolf’s left side with her nose, then stepped back, just incase the gesture wasn’t received well. She jerked her head in the direction of the bush, then began to stalk back over to it. She was quiet yet again, as silent as her paws would allow her to be. Sneakiness had always been one of Zilla's best traits; not only was she lighter, but her pelt was dark too, making it easy to blend in with the shadows. Granted, her fur wouldn't do her much good right now, but her silent step was definitely useful. However, perhaps not silent enough? There was a quick rustling, as if the creature had been stirred, and then it was off, jumping out of the bushes and racing through the forestry. Zilla had to bite her tongue to keep from shouting "After it!" There could be other prey around, so she didn't want her voice to alert the entire area. Shoving her ears forward and narrowing in on the rabbit's quickly disappearing tail, she tore after it chasing it from one side and hoping the other loner might take a different side, so they'd be more likely to catch it.