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A huff and a shake of his snowmelt coat eased some of the lingering adrenaline, but there still remained a buzzing of energy in his limbs. Wake was not yet spent. He would continue the hunt, as always, undaunted by the trilling of dissatisfaction coursing through his veins. Spurred ceaselessly by the lack of fresh blood on his tongue.

He turned to find a new patch of wood, far enough to be undisturbed by the commotion he had caused, and instead found a wolf on the rise. Or, at least, it looked like a wolf with some degree of variation. They had the dark, elegant muzzle of his kind, but their figure was cast into an odd silhouette by the extra skin drawn over their shoulders, and this was the extent of his observations at this distance.

It was an odd thing for him to see, but not so unnatural as to disturb him entirely. It was only the pelt of a reindeer, after all.

Do you run with Saatsine? he called over his panting breaths, tail lifting into a flag of invitation.