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Exploring the lands around the moor had become Phim's favorite thing to do while she waited for Narfi to decide on their next move.  Their recently discovered aunt had been MIA for a little while, but Dai and Phim were in no hurry to relocate.  Where did they even have to go?  They didn't have family, their old pack was dying out even before they left, and Phim had a sneaking suspicion that the pack Narfi sought no longer existed either, though she wouldn't announce it out loud.  Phim was content, then, to stay in one place and get to know it.  If she was going to live in Alacritia again, she needed a place that she and her brother could really call home.

It was midday and the sun was hot, but Phim crept through the open plain nonetheless.  A slight breeze moved the tall grasses around her, disguising her movements, but anyone downwind would find her for certain.  Not only would they catch the scent of a young wolf, but also the small rabbit that hung, bleeding, from her maw.  She knew other wolves lived here, for their scent was everywhere, but it didn't bear the markings of pack land so it should be safe enough.  The hunting was worth the risk of punishment for encroaching on another's space.

Eventually she lowered herself to her belly, when she felt that she was sufficiently in the middle of the plains, and began to take her rabbit apart in careful pieces.  Her work was sloppy though, and it made her long for what she never had.  No one taught her or Dai how to hunt properly.  Her parents had passed before they could educate their children on the subject.  Phim could only capture small game if she was lucky enough to corner it, and this rabbit had been the unfortunate one of many she had attempted to catch.  If only she could have her father back, even just for one moment, to tell her how to do something right.  If only...
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