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he shrugged, his gaze shifting from her to the limp hare with disinterest. we should hunt somethin' bigger, he muttered, brushing off her question with a gruffness that bordered on indifference. but there was a flicker of acknowledgment in his eyes—she'd done well enough, though he'd never say it outright.

roan’s tail gave a slow, deliberate sway as he turned his head, scanning the horizon. ain't the size of'a cub, he added, his voice low, almost as if talking to himself.