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Bloodspot understood her. Sunday Morning nodded encouragingly, not seeing the telling stillness of the girls flanks. Sunday Morning only saw the way that she moved, and moved well. A born hunter, as she knew all of their kind to be. When the other exhaled heavily it even gave Sunday a start as she had not expected it, the heavy gush of the exhalation like a breaking damn.

Sunday smiled and let out a pleasant rumble of amusement, not bothered to see the insect hop away. Instead, she breathed, looked forward, and took another quiet step forward. Quietly, keeping low to the earth, Sunday Morning turned back to Bloodspot. Her soft exhale caused the  blades of grass  only before her flaring nose to stir, and she gave that same gesture she had but a moment ago, inviting the girl to try again if she wished.