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She liked to eat just as much as anyone, burying her face in a pile of bloody meat. And she had been so excited to take part. But as the hunt unfolded before her eyes, it just kept driving home the fact that hunting was not one of Meerkat's favorite past times. Watching the three yearlings tangle with the elk was impressive but so nerve-wracking. And as much as she tried to divorce her heart from the matter, the calf's frantic cries made her ears flatten to her head. It was a necessary but unpleasant business, she found.

Despite her misgivings, Meerkat trailed after them, watching closely even though it was hard. As bad as she felt for the poor baby, she would also eat it, should they succeed in felling it. That was just how these things worked, the circle of life and all that. Whatever the ultimate outcome, she would certainly learn a lot—mostly about herself—today.