Redtail Rise The Imaginary

[no problem!]

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Angler matched the wolfs pace, his tail went from a focused and rigid position to a wag, it was exciting to pair with another for hunting. Perhaps this wolf had better skills than he did, yet based on the smell of his coat and the dotting salt he probably hailed from a coastal pack. No matter, If he was out here, maybe he knew what he was doing.

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"Sounds good!" Angler turned back to the doe but his mind was on his partner. "I almost though you wouldn't, you seemed caught up in a brainstorming session, ha!" Angler titled his head at the thought. "Though I do wonder what you were doing, a wolf out where there's prey but with their head in the clouds is a weird little combination."

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As he spoke, the deer began to lead the two up the rise, its hooves clashed onto the cold of the climbing rocks and rung out in a blast, it made Angler think of getting his head kicked in, which made him flinch. He slowed as they approached the slope, the doe struggling as well. With its hooves beginning to slip under the wet surface, it now ran down hill.