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Astraios took to circling the herd once Rodyn arrived. He could see them start nervously, looking between the two wolves. He snickered softly, then feinted a rush at the elk, to see which ones might run first — if they were lucky, it would be the injured, ill, or elderly.

Three elk began to flee; one was a young male, a yearling at most. Another was clearly an elderly female, but she did not look injured. Finally, there was a young calf. The latter would not feed many, so he turned his gaze to the others, beginning his chase. He looked to Rodyn, a question in his gaze — which should they pick?