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Elwood looked to Fox as she drew up alongside him, listening to her quiet direction, then watched as she darted off into the underbrush. Her instructions were clear, so he returned his attention to the dark she-wolf, his vision refocusing. He continued to move at a steady pace, matching her speed and her maneuvers. When she abruptly veered to the right, towards the open expanse that led to neutral territory, he mirrored her.

Like a silver bullet, he remained behind her. He wasn't close enough to initiate any sort of attack, but he didn't let her get too far from him. His gaze shifted briefly, trying to judge what Fox's next action would be. He prepared himself to react in whatever way was necessary, his muscles remaining tight beneath his mottled pelt as he chased the interloper.