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Daniel Boone dog. *pets*

Finally, he was able to capture it. Slyly, he turned to catch his mate's gaze. "Imagine that," he whispered, wondering if the scent had struck her olfactory tissues yet. It was none other than the pungent, skunk-like odor of her namesake. "You down?" he questioned her, wanting to make sure she didn't have some moral disinclination toward eating fellow gingers or something like that. It might be weird but food was food, right?

You are what you eat, Peregrine mused as he began to slip furtively through the forest's underbrush, making surprisingly little noise despite his size. He moved like a shadow, pausing every few seconds to reevaluate the scent and the fox's likely position, before prowling forth.