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that's very good, morwenna replied warmly, a small smile softening her sharp features. she nudged leonore gently with her nose, a gesture of approval. a weasel is no easy catch. they're quick and clever. you're certainly on your way.

she settled herself more comfortably beside the young girl, her eyes drifting thoughtfully as a memory bubbled to the surface. when i was younger, my pack and i used to take down oxen, she began, her voice lowering as if sharing a secret. ferocious beasts, they were. their horns could split the strongest among us if we weren't careful. but when we worked together, weaving between their legs and distracting them from every side, we could bring one down.

her gaze turned distant, lost in the memory for a moment. the ground would thunder beneath their hooves, and their roars could make the bravest wolf tremble. but there was something... exhilarating about it. to face something so much larger, so much stronger, and to come out victorious. she looked back at leonore, her smile returning. you remind me of that spirit—determined, clever, and bold. you'll make a fine huntress, leonore.