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A look of dismay flashed across her face, followed soon after by an apologetic grimace cast in her elder’s direction. But the pale she-wolf did not appear angry or upset with her in any way. She gestured for Masquerade to try again, inching closer to the grasshopper’s new location at the end of a stick lying in the grass.

As eager to please as she was to continue the impromptu lesson, she wriggled closer to the older woman, their shoulders actually brushing now. The pup took a couple of breaths and then crouched again, eyes honing in on their target.

The angle was different, with the grasshopper facing directly toward the pair of wolves. Masquerade could see its mandibles shifting right below its bugging eyes. She stared for a beat, uncertain how to proceed with sneaking when the grasshopper could clearly see them.

She canted her head questioningly toward her mentor.