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Unease had begun to build again, until he forced an exhale, heavier than he meant it but that seemed true to his fine edge. Even in the silence, he did not want its weight pulling so badly. Antares could only hope to find a good midway between despondent and a flight instinct wanting to kick in. Yeah? he asked with a tilted head, venturing past his sorrows towards a simple thought. Just hoofprints in the snow, leading towards a chance at a meal. A sizable one, most likely. His side ached at the idea for now but time would help, he hoped.

I met one of your hunters already, he mused quietly, trying viciously to follow the lead she tried to set for him and get past all the rest. What did Adrastus think of a prospect? Had he scoped the herd already perhaps? Of strange new faces here, he had seemed one of the warmest towards the fireflies that remained; Antares had not missed that, but he knew they were a respectable little lot so rightly so, all oddly near to his heart even through everything. One day they may hunt alongside Moonglow in proper, due thanks.