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He smiled at her willingness, then turned back toward their potential quarry. Before he could make his next move, though, a branch cracked under the weight of snow, half-falling and sending a cloud of white between them and the hare. As the swirling faded, he caught sight of the creature bounding away, faster than before.

Well, shit, Killdeer remarked, with a rueful click of his tongue. Better luck next time, I guess.

That was that, and he pointed his attention back toward Treepie, giving her an affectionate touch of his muzzle to her cheek. What've you been up to today, Pie? he asked. Hopefully something more fun or productive than this.