Bitterroot Valley The Sheep and the Goats

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sega lifted his head at the call, already rising before the last word left callahan’s mouth.

a low rumble answered first, then his voice:

i always hunt, he said, stepping from the den with a flick of his ear. come. we go.

they didn't linger longer; trailing a scent that screamed of prey.

the only thing he knew was the promise of running, the chase calling both their blood.