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Israel had suspected that allowing the stranger to lead them into the hunt would cause him to perk up. Some males liked this, females too. But she was wrong in her suspicion ; he did not strut ahead, nor did he begin to relay grand plans regarding their next decision. Things remained much the same, except that he walked ahead, instead of she.

Israel decided to stop taking it upon herself to cheer the gold-hued wolf up, but rather to focus on the task they now shared. Primal instincts took over and she loped along the bank with her tail a banner waving in the snowy wind. The water and snow could very well dull their sense of smell, but with hope it would not do so to any extremes and render their hunt fruitless. They had gone on like this for several moments before Israel halted with a soft chuff to her hunting partner. She waited for his gaze to return to her before twitching her nose in an exaggerated manner, a silent way to inform him that there was prey nearby.