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Simply keeping up with the three larger and more experienced hunters took all of Meerkat's concentration. The terrain flattened out a bit underfoot, which helped, but then wolves and prey alike began to weave hither and thither. She soon fell behind, which afforded her a wider view of the goings-on. Despite her eyeballs' earlier attachment to Atlas, they now pinned on Bronco as he put himself between a mother elk and the calf they were targeting.

Her heart leaped into her throat as she watched her brother herding the ungulate. They were so close together, it was easy to see the difference in size. Meerkat understood her brother knew what he was doing, though she still felt her heart in her throat as her paws pounded the earth. Her brain took a snapshot, which would develop into complex, conscious thought only later, when there was time for that. But even right then, the youth decided she did not enjoy large game hunting, not after what had happened last time, and now this.