He’s sort of a crooked tree, we’ll send him to Washington

Stjarna gave a grateful smile to the group as she was invited into the hunting party. She settled down to listen, nodding at the straightforward plan. Star was too young to have much of a mind for strategy yet so just chasing down their prey to try and get it to stumble so they could take it down sounded good to her. That was roughly how they hunted bison.

Star stalked forward with the rest of the group and when the pale yearling sprang forward Star was quick to join. Well, as quick as she could be. The older wolves ran faster than her but soon she was getting close to catching up. Star shifted her position so that she was a little off to the side and could help to drive the moose toward the prairie dog holes. They'd have to be careful. They wanted the moose to stumble, not themselves!


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