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While he had been enjoying the damper weather of Auster, he suddenly found himself traveling north into Boreas. He could feel the hunger strike him as soon as he stepped onto the prairie and noticed a herd of wild asses. They milled about, grazing lazily, without a care in the world. Could he take one down? Would he be too slow? His vermillion gaze watched from from beside a large boulder. Hunkering down, his chin near his paws, he waited. With bated breath, he watched them. Watched their pattern, how they communicated, learning who would be the best one to pick off. Were any injured? Any foals not being minded?

WILDER