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Breccan hardly dared to breathe as Treason instructed him to examine the deer from a distance for the moment. He was aware of her shifting behind him and then to the side to get a better view for herself, and when his gaze landed on the animal's injured leg his heart skipped a beat. "Maybe we can catch it now," she had said, and the opportunity seemed to be presenting itself.

There was a question in her eyes when she looked back at him, and while he was nervous, he nodded his acceptance and then followed her wordless instructions. He crept away from her, moving in the opposite direction and hugging the treeline and underbrush to stay out of the deer's line of sight. Every few steps, he glanced back over his shoulder, keeping a constant watch on Treason so that he would be ready for any further direction.