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Her ears twitched at the sound of a twig breaking, but she remained unmoved when there was no footfalls that accompanied it— until, of course, a stick fell squarely upon the top of her head. Rook's eyes snapped open, head lifting to scan the tree above her. At first, she saw nothing, but as her eyes adjusted fully to the darkness she was able to make out a silhouette and then a banded tail. A raccoon, which might've been prey had the dark woman been hungry, but was in this moment a simple nuisance.

"Rude," the wolf admonished.