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The previous morning, Swift observed a bobcat stalking a rabbit through the meadow. This morning, he fancied himself one.

The pup dropped himself out of sight as soon as he spotted a recumbent packmate. Crouched, he tried to emulate the quiet, fluid stride of the cat as he sneaked closer to the resting wolf. His path was winding. He could not see well through the dense curtain of grasses, and at times would poke his head out above them to reacquire his target before ducking back down. Then, convinced he had not been spotted, he stalked nearer and nearer.

Drawing close enough to see the other wolf's fur through blades and stems, Swift readied himself; his nails curling into the dirt and his shoulders and rump oscillating as he prepared to pounce.