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as the female elucidated, indra found her gaze wandering, following the pawprints zenith had left crisscrossing through the small clearing. one ear was fastened on the woman, the other pressed ahead -- when zenith mentioned food her head turned slowly and she faced zenith fully, surprised by her statement. either way, it impressed indra that the female would rather make than take -- that was not an attribute she found many wolves possessed.

as zenith finished her explanation with a question, indra resumed her almost distant glancing of the meadow. there were many places they could hunt, but it depended on the female's palate. "there's always rabbits over there --" she motioned towards the snow-clad knoll -- "and turkeys and quails over by the creek --" her muzzle thrust in the direction of the iced-over stream -- "and there's deer, deeper in the valley, but i've never managed to get one."