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Kavik had been down in the flatlands near the river and had caught the faint sound of Minori's call. It sounded like another pack hunt, which he always greatly enjoyed. The alpha turned, inky paws flying across the grasslands as he sprinted back towards the plateau. He had made this trip so often, that he barely even had to concentrate on where he was going, his muscle memory guiding his body to weave and turn wherever needed.

As he crossed back over their borders, he slowed and lifted his nose in the air to capture the scent of his packmates before quickening his pace again to sprint in their direction. When he reached the group, they seemed to be pairing off and studying the plateau's herd of deer in the distance. Kavik moved next to his mate, nuzzling her in greeting as he stopped. I apologize for being late, he offered to the group. What do you need from me, he asked, looking at Minori.