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No more dreams came and Haunt made a full recovery from her injuries, save for the occasional headache. What with her youthful attention span, Artemis faded into the back of her mind, though her interest in hunting never wavered. Today found her skulking along the southern border of the bypass, hot on the trail of an animal she couldn't identify.

When she came upon the weasel raiding one of the caches, Haunt didn't even think. Her lips wrinkled back from her teeth as she sprang. The wily little critter ran for it, the young she-wolf hot on its tail as it fled into the neighboring grove, a strip of stolen meat flapping in its tiny jaws.