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Aditya apologized, but Grayday was quick to wave it away. "I didn't know her," he placated, not wanting the other male to think Grayday was reliving tough memories. By the time his mother had told it to him, it was only a cautionary tale.

The scent-trail grew in instensity. They were closing in, and rather than speed up toward the end, Grayday fell back a foot or two to allow Aditya to lead. With his bad eyes, he was the worst wolf to be hunting porcupines, which always seemed to blend in rather well this time of year.

But he needn't have worried. As soon as the creature was in their line of sight, Grayday had spotted it. It was a fat blob of movment in an otherwise stationary scene, and as they drew closer, it took on its proper form. "Look at the size of it," he said to Aditya, keep his voice low. He didn't want to offend the porcupine, after all - merely encourage it to move away from the rendezvous area. "Don't get too close, okay? We just need to get it to move out of the area."