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A soft chuckle. They are indeed. Not faster than you and I of course. But fast none the less.

He pressed his muzzle to her head in silent reassurance. They would do well. They would have furs and feathers and meat galore. They just needed to try and if they didn't win their quarry. It was okay. They would just try again.

Let's go.

He moved throughout the small area. Eyes on the place he had found them bedded down early morning. He could hear their gentle clucks and coos from his spot. He pressed downward towards the ground.

What do you see, smell, hear? He whispered.