Sleeping Dragon Burn wild

Wildfire did not look at Gavriel as he settled beside her, sparing him a glance only when he fell still. She arched a brow and smiled as he tried to make himself look small and inconspicuous, then refocused on the water. She let out a low breath as she, too, hunched down as much as possible to wait.

It was literally more than an hour before the water began to ripple. Wildfire's vague gaze sharpened suddenly, her body tensing. She watched with bated breath as a muskrat paddled toward the nearby bank, saliva already pooling hot in her mouth. It made landfall perhaps six feet to the wolves' left, the would-be trapper's chestnut eyes tracking its every movement.

At the most opportune moment, she lunged at the wet, overgrown rodent. Wildfire aimed for the tail, which was its closest and most graspable appendage. But the darn thing was a lot faster than she had anticipated. With an indignant squawk, it splashed right back into the water and disappeared. The she-wolf could only stare at the rippling surface, then scan further outward. The muskrat did not reappear.

"Damn," she muttered under her breath, digging her heel into the moist bank and pivoting around to face Gavriel. "No dice," she stated the obvious. Wildfire's head tilted as she seemed to consider something. "And I don't think it's worth it to wait around and try again. Let's find something else to hunt," she suggested, brushing past him and shaking some moisture from her fur as she waited for Gavriel's rejoinder.

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