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There were a few moments where Treason continued to forge ahead without acknowledging Breccan, but she eventually slowed and glanced back at him with a question. He squinted past her, as though he would be able to lay eyes on the deer, even though it was currently out of their line of sight. The smell of its blood, though, was still strong.

"Is it hurt?" he asked, answering her query with one of his own. It might not have been the response she was looking for, but his untrained senses were still processing the information provided by the deer's scent trail. There was still much he needed to learn.