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He'd been noticed, but it seemed to be at the misfortune of his packmate, as the hare quickly took advantage of the situation and dashed into the grasses. Slowly, he'd stand, waiting to see whether Lestan would continue to go after it. If not, he would offer his own assistance. Perhaps the two could take down a deer. Drag it back to the creek, maybe, if the trek wouldn't prove too far with the added weight of an ungulate.

Frederick waited with a raised, waving tail, somewhat ushering Lestan towards him should he give up on the small game.