Failure of a hunt.

Blackfoot

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They were on the move. Noses to the grind, trying to scent where their meal would come from. Blackfoot focused more on the trail, making sure she didn't move carelessly. She was thankful for the cover of night, it cloaked her well. Keeping her from being easily detected as they searched for the prey that hid in the darkness.

It was a little while before she scented anything but once she did, she alerted her companion with a quiet grunt and a flick of her tail towards the direction of the scent. She could tell that it was dik-dik and the closer they came, the quieter she became. She melted into the landscape, lowering herself more and more until she stopped in a ditch that overlooked a small field where a small herd lay sleeping. There were a couple of lookouts and she made sure to keep an eye on them as she scoped out the herd. "Which one?" The words again, were a breath of a whisper as she searched for an easy target.

"Dialogue"

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