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They were both in position, both aware of the prey that was ahead. The wind was in their favor, and all that was left now was the coordination that would allow them to catch the meal. His body would move forward, almost as if he was moving on autopilot now. This was such a familiar thing to the brute now, though he was getting used to being able to hunt with someone else again. It was a nice feeling, and one that he had certainly missed. Rather than a smile, a serious look of determination would be set upon Birch's face. It seemed out of place when one would normally see such a warm, light-hearted or playful smile on his maw. He would glance to ?owyn, motioning with his head and giving a flick of his right ear before shooting off. His task was simple, driving the rabbit in the direction of his mate so that she could cut it off and catch it. A simple yet efficient tactic, at least in his mind.