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Moon Runner paid attention when White Buffalo Hunter pointed out the chalky-colored bird droppings on the leaves. Her ears perked up, interested that their scat was so different from a mammal’s!

Then, her gaze followed his to the treetops. A conifer’s thatched branches made an excellent cover for fowl. She would remember this when she hunted next.

And then something she had never considered… When winter came, her pale pelt would be a major asset. But now, as the world became brown and the leaves fell, she stood out like a beacon. Moon Runner shook her pelt in dismay and then followed her senior into the dappled shadows.

How do I look now? The spirit wondered as Moon Runner cocked her head.