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Peregrine agreed (in so many words), and she nodded to his suggestion. She waited for him to get into position, and then she began frantically digging at the earth, making a total mess of herself all the while. What little spots of white had once covered her underbelly and front paws were now a dark shade of brown, compliments of the soil. Fox could "feel" the scent getting stronger, and she knew that the critters couldn't be too far off now.

If Perry was doing his job (something she did not doubt in the least), their food would soon come out one end or the other. And then it would be off to feed his mentally-absent brother. For now, though, the yearling focused on the task at hand.