Meadowlark Prairie XXXV

Augur did not disappoint. Every time the powerful hunter paused to examine a patch of dirt or tuft of grass, Masque observed, then mimicked him. By doing this, they sharpened their own tracking skills.

He led them toward two great beasts that resembled caribou but weren’t. Masquerade would’ve enjoyed the opportunity to observe them a while, though Augur moved quickly and so did his small hunting party.

The four wolves thrust themselves into the space between the two horses in an effort to force them apart. It was Avicus, not Augur, who seemed to choose the weaker of the two and began pursuing it once it was parted from its companion. Masquerade did not even blink as they followed their Wealda’s lead.

Once, the sight of animal of this size and strength would’ve sent them cringing to the ground. Nowadays, Masquerade pounded alongside the rise’s greatest hunters, holding their own and finally ready to put their teeth to the quarry.