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"Lead us, young hunter," Callyope instructed. 

Nantahala felt her heartbeat in her throat, but she did not let this deter her. While she had never led a hunt before, and was a little nervous about doing so, she was far more excited to embark on her first official hunt. She shimmied her shoulders and gave a quiet, Okay!! as she leapt off of Grandfather Stone. Once on the ground, she prowled forward with the grace of a toddler; her steps were soft but uneven, her gait hurried but not too fast, and her posture was tall. There was nothing about her demeanor that suggested she was hunting, and instead it looked as though she was taking a casual stroll down the lane. 

She turned to glance over her shoulder at the other wolf. I smell rabbit, she said as she led them into the underbrush. I think they're this way!!! There was a rabbit not too far from where they were, and through the tangle of foliage, they could see the prey's silhouette along the tree line. The rabbit was minding its own business, eating some clover.