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The Bandrona chewed thoughtfully as Freyja answered, mentioning young ones among the herd in lieu of any sick or injured. Her observations lined up with the yearling's own. Most of the spring fawns would be fairly grown by now, though some of the latecomers might still be easy prey for a group of three wolves. Wildfire smiled and dipped her head approvingly before helping herself to another large bite of rabbit meat.

When she finished her spoils, the sat up and licked her lips. Gavriel was still eating, as was Freyja. "When you're finished, I'd like to focus on looking for signs other than scent." There were all sorts of other indicators they could use to track prey, even if scent was certainly the primary one. "Hoof prints and droppings and the like are some obvious ones. But if you really want to sink your teeth into it"—and she could already see a passion developing in Freyja—"then we'll have to cover the more subtle ones too. Now I'm no expert but I'll show you everything I do know."