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The cat had watched Kigipigak move on and turned its attention to the younger wolf. It knew it had power, that it was hungry and not satisfied with the rat it had plucked up, and that the younger wolf was small. From up in the tree the cat thought it looked very small, and watched it eagerly.

The shifting of branches was subtle but told of its descent. The rat sat bloody and abandoned in the crook of branches. If Haunt looked up again they would see a stain of red from where the cat had previously been and a drag mark leading down to lower branches; likewise, if Haunt looked up, it would be in time for the cat's body to come tumbling with paws reaching for her face.

Kigipigak was ready too—watching for that lunge and shoving Haunt out of the way so that he could grasp with hungry teeth at the cat's exposed belly. Death would be swift; the cat's yowl filling the forest grove. Red painted the tree trunk, Kigipigak's face, sprayed up away violently.