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Wolf’s natural inclination to wander can lead her to dangerous ground in very short order.

Spates of protest cut clear across the flatlands, rousing warning caws from the beaks of prairie fowl. Niño grinned wide at her defiance, tongue passing over jowls, hard-eyeing her retreat.
He would relish the challenge.

Debris and grass blades kick up into the air, the dog falling upon her trail in rapturous pursuit. He pants through motes of sangre's own dusty wake, clobbered lungs grunting, the hounding of his long strides taking no falter.