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She allowed him to fade to the background as her new focus took over.  She’d come out with the intention to meet just this sort of wolf but it turned out the practice was harder than the plan.  A hunt was straightforward.

She could see what came after.

Redd focused on the mud of the riverbed and remained still, only occasionally shifting her paws ever so slightly in the muck.  There were fish that dwelt in the thick beds… she just needed to find one.  Patience wasn’t something she struggled with.

After a lengthy span of time spent staring, the hunter was rewarded with a shift of mud in the mud near her.  The fish thought her paw was a meal and sought to swallow it, but instead she lunged to catch it as it slid into reach.

It was a heavy catfish and didn’t go quietly.  She tried to wrestle it to the bank without too much upset but it nearly thrashed free a couple of times.  She was suddenly, again, intensely aware that she wasn’t alone hunting here.  Hopefully she hadn’t ruined his chances and he’d already made his catch while she was distracted here.