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Her ears pressed forward when one of the two immediately fled. Harps glanced after her, though her gaze moved warily to the remaining wolf, tracking his movements as he moved closer to the unfortunate deer and urinated on it before putting it out of its misery. She started when he looked at her afterward, directly addressing her.

He didn’t invite her to eat alongside him. He said, ”Try your luck.” Harps didn’t like the sound of that. He wasn’t particularly large, though he was heavily scarred, which seemed to say “fighter” to Harps. She was a scrappy young thing herself, yet she was no warrior. She didn’t have the experience or the skills. And while she fancied herself resourceful, she didn’t consider herself particularly daring or brave.

But it was so much food and there was no possible way he could eat it all. So the yearling shook her head and withdrew, though didn’t stray too far. She didn’t even bother hiding herself. She simply hung back, waiting for the stranger to take his fill and inevitably abandon the carcass.