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Colt tried to pretty well split his time between keepin an eye on the territory edges and hunting.  They had a ton of mouths to feed and he was feelin the stress a little, though not enough to let it get him down of course.  Never that much.  

Today he was doing both.  He'd already found a beaver nearby, and returned it as a bite for the kids.  Now he was ranging just outside the border, on the trail of what smelled like a stoat.

The sounds of another nearby alerted him that he was alone, and it was far too large to be what he chased.  

"Who's there?" He called out, pretty non aggressively.  Normally he'd have told anyone nearby to shove it in not so many words, but this one was pretty well back, and Colt was in a rather good mood.  No use jumpin to conclusions!