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It was the pungent smell of blood that drew Breccan's attention, too. He was more inexperienced in hunting than a pup his age should have been, since his father's injury prevented him from teaching the boy, but he was instinctively interested in the sharp odor. Even with his young, untrained senses, he was able to follow the general direction of the trail as it led him across the snow-covered territory.

At some point, his path brought him into Treason's vicinity. She was moving fairly swiftly and purposefully, and Breccan's first thought was to leave her alone. But the scent was just too enticing, so he began to trot behind her. He didn't speak up, but surely the sound of his paws crunching in the snow would alert her to his presence.