Ashes, Ashes, We All Fall Down [Hunt]

Tarnish relished his growth and the expanding boundaries he could now enjoy. He looked like a miniature adult and was now old enough to follow the adults on their hunts. He was learning and eager for more practice. His newest hunting location was the Algoma Prairie. It held a wealth of prey species, all bustling and active now that spring had finally arrived. There were still a few patches of snow here and there, leaving the grasslands muddy but the warmth of the sun on his back gave him a boost of energy as he tracked potential prey. He was following the trail of a small herd of whitetail deer. He knew he was getting close. The fresh tracks in the mud were an easy indication.

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