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Zahir smiled, a rare thing for her. "Maybe we find a warren," she said. That way, there would be food enough for both parties. Zahir did not normally think much of others, let alone hunt for them, but she was in a good mood. The coyote-dog had spunk that Zahir liked.

Zahir gestured for them to follow, and she set her nose to the ground, searching for hare or rabbit scents. They were all likely in the warrens by now, so they would be easy to find and dispatch.