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Artaax bared his teeth at the high limbs above him. The kestrel sitting on the branch overhead could not have cared less. The pup had been attempting to climb the tree to get at him for quarter of an hour now while the bird simply sat there, tilting its head back and forth as it watched him, not the slightest bit concerned. It was infuriating for the aspiring hunter. He was used to not catching anything because it ran away too fast. But to not catch it because he simply couldn't get to it? Unconscionable.

As little as Artaax wanted to give up, he did recognize that he needed reinforcements. He hissed at the bird once more before he turned and ran towards Hougeda at full tilt. He was only like twenty yards away, so it was rather excessive. But it got him back home in about twenty seconds where he gave a quick look around and spotted his siblings. Artaax darted breathlessly towards his brother. "Come on! HURRY!!" he barked sharply before pivoting suddenly about three inches before smashing right into him and sprinting back off in the direction he'd come.

In all, Artaax was probably gone from the tree for around 1.237 minutes before he returned. And still, his heart was pounding from fear that his prey had taken flight. A huge sigh of relief burst from his muzzle when he saw the kestrel seated calmly where he'd left it, acting as though it had never even noticed he'd left. Which it very well may not have.