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Dune was on the trail, nose glued to the ground as he attempted to follow the injured animal. Thankfully, it wasn't terribly challenging to track the thing, although Dune was pretty sure the creature was nowhere near death. The drops were small, and they did not look like the amount of blood a large creature would die from losing. Nevertheless, he continued to follow the path with his nose.

At some point, Dune paused, and it was then that he heard the crunching sound of footsteps behind him. He whipped himself around to face a typical grey wolf with green eyes (not that he was daring enough to make direct eye-contact). Dune huffed in her direction, then turned back to the trail. There was no need to chase her off. If he managed to track down even an injured deer, he would need help taking it down, and he would gladly share the proceeds.