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Zahir was a woman grown, and she had seen her first season earlier on in the year. Her companion was younger, not quite fully matured yet. Still, they were of a similar age, and Zahir found herself enjoying the coyote-dog.

But now was the time for a hunt. Zahir's eyes narrowed, and she dipped her head in agreement. "My paws will carry me swiftly. We will eat well tonight. Now, dig." The larger female was poised, just behind and over the warren. Once it was dug, and their prey fled, she would be poised to pick at least one off.