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The scent of rabbit wafted through the trees, a combination of their scat and fur, but Kavrak filtered it out. She was interested only in the cub. She dropped her head and passed her snout over tangled roots and foliage, working her way effortlessly in Mallaidh's direction. Here, tracking and hunting, she was entirely in her element. Her gait was that of a stalking cat's. It was one she employed when she wanted to go unheard.

The pup was lucky. Even as Kavrak spotted her dark figure through the trees, the child turned and spotted her. Where another wolf might have drawn upright and tried to think their way out of their new predicament, Kavrak didn't hesitate. When the element of surprise was gone, then one had to rely on the rest of their skills. She had many. The Anneriwok lunged through the undergrowth, pressing momentum into her previous rolling gait to send her flying headlong for the pup.

She was hungry. The flesh of a rival pack's cub would suffice and would eliminate a future threat at the same time.