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He continued to leer at his sister's backside even as he moved his snout toward the arranged objects to sniff at them. His ears pricked forward suddenly. His attention became devoted entirely to his things. He sniffed each one. He sniffed the dirt around them. He sniffed the trunk of the tree and the roots that flanked the arrangement. There was no scent here but his own.

Unsure of what to make of it but reassured by the presence of his own scent and the absence of anyone else's, the pup abandoned his short lived intention to put the blame on someone. For his developing mind, it was what it was: another phenomena of his world like the rising and falling of the sun. Something without explanation but something to not worry about.

His attention returned to his sister. She had her nose and eyes on a beetle and he saw an opportunity. Euron's tongue flicked out from the side of his mouth, pressed between his teeth, and curled up along the side of his top lip as the corner of his mouth pulled upward with devilry. His eyes glinted impishly. Quick and quiet, the unmistakable son of Cicero slipped into the brush.

One careful step after another he stalked toward Maegi, using his environment to hide his advance as he gradually closed the distance.