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Cosmo’s beginner's luck catching that first turkey looked like it was running thin. Compared to the wolves, he was out of practice, and it showed – he'd been practicing all day, trying to catch scents, following said scents, and then… failing to follow said scents. His steps were too heavy, or he'd lose track of them behind a tree, or something else would happen that would cause his attempts to be a bust. He tried not to let it get to him – hunting was easier in a group, and he hadn't learned how to do a proper group hunt yet, anyway. Teamwork was where he worked best. 

All that time he'd spent chasing prey around had really tired him out, though (which REALLY said something, with his seemingly boundless energy reserves), so Cosmo thought it wouldn't hurt to rest for a moment. Finding the perfect shady spot under a tree, he plopped down onto the ground, resting his chin on his front paws and curling up so that his tail covered his nose, forming a proper ball of fluff, and not yet aware of the two wolves currently searching for him.