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Nunataq was a little slower to find the faint scent trail that Mona had caught. Therefore at first - in good faith that the older wolf had something substantial and useful on her mind the mute girl followed her no questions asked. In her experience her old baby-sitter was the kind of person, who never told people, what to do, she left the choice of, whether they wished to follow or not, for themselves. Which made the head-strong and independent youth easy to comply. Had it been the strict "you have to do, 'cause I say so" she would have shown resistance. Not because the other party was wrong, but that the girl did not like the tone.

After a while she stumbled upon a pile of droppings, which gave her a clue on the kind of animal they were going after. She paused there and with brow furrowed appeared to be deep in thought about something. So far hardly any encounters with deer had been lucky - one herd had mobbed her, the other deer - although dead in the end - had almost fallen on her and drowned her in the swamp effectively. Two very distinct bad memories about the species was enough for her to not enjoy the idea. But - hey - Mona had said nothing about hunting. Looking had never hurt, right? So - with less excitement than previously - she followed the older wolf's lead, keeping eyes open for the sign of the ungulates.