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Sunday Morning's tail waved at the contact made by Bloodspot. And then she watched the cricket, who in turn watched them. Sunday Morning felt the attention of the cub, and looked back to her. She saw the uncertainty there, and then moved to take a very small, measured, near silent step toward the cricket. Although it watched them, it did not move. The game afoot here was: who could get closest, before the cricket did flee?

Though it could see them, the exercise remained the same. An exercise in stalking, but only in the execution of it given they had clearly been seen. There was still something to be gained here, though. And not all hunts begun would end in their quarry being felled. That was important to know and accept, too.