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Kite acted fearless, yipping and rushing at the raccoon. Always halting before she got too close, but the raccoon didn’t seem to realise that. It hissed at her and moved - slowly - in the direction she desired. She was all but quivering with adrenaline, but she was like a dog with a bone. She couldn’t just let something go, she couldn’t give up. It was like she didn’t know how.

After a moment, her sister raced up to join her, allowing them to make a better herding circle. “Stay at that angle of him” She suggested to her sister as she made another rush at the raccoon. This time she swiped at it and drew blood, and almost took some teeth to the face as she backed off. She panted slightly, but it was moving. It was almost in their trap.


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