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He had indeed taken notice of her, for she had suddenly emerged into his field of vision. Moving with quiet intent, he drew closer—not to startle her, but in the seething, watchful woods, discretion was always wiser.

You smell it too? he asked at once, his nose testing the air. Amidst the wolves and the prey, there was this huntress: a young female cougar, light of frame yet no doubt already formidable.

You hunt? He passed her by, then, with a slight tilt of his head, beckoned her to follow.