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Kipling seemed to accept he wasn’t getting to join in on the hunt.  Rudy gave him an assessing look for a second longer, letting the pup know that Rudy wouldn’t be easily fooled if he tried to change his mind once the hunt started.  With the less fun task of playing strict dad momentarily over with Rudy could move on to the fun of a challenging hunt.  The harder it got the more fun it was.  

Rudy turned in the opposite direction of Ezra and started his own quiet trek closer to the deer, carefully staying down low and using the brush to hide him from easy sight.  Rudy got in position, eyes flicking to Ezra to make sure he was also ready to go.  Once they were both set up Rudy gave himself a moment to collect himself and put his focus on every movement of the deer’s breath and its muscles movements.

The deer lowered its head and Rudy leaped out.  The deer’s head jerked upright, its first leap more straight up in surprise before the next that would be meant to go forward and escape.  Rudyard followed, teeth snapping into the leg, muscles bracing to attempt to keep the leg in his mouth for a precious second to up the odds of Ezra getting the best aim possible on the neck.  Injuring it would help assure eventually killing it but even better if they could make it fast.  

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