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Bronte was not nearly as intimidated as Anathema was, but she was still nervous nonetheless. She felt a little overwhelmed by the crowds and the unfamiliar faces. More to her concern was taking on one of those lumbering beasts.

Seated atop the crest of a gentle slope, she admired the snow covered plains and the wolves mingling. Her eye, every so often, darted uncertainly towards the distant bison. She accepted Anathema with a warm welcome, happy to soothe her nerves in any way she could.

Gently, she preened behind her ear. "You nervous about the hunt? Those animals are huge, even from here..."