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The Weeping woods was flush with game, a wide expanse of trees that spoke of nutrition for a pack, of prey, herbs fresh water and other vital necessities. This was what had brought him here today and he was not disappointed with what he found. Everything seemed to be going right, with the support he was accumulating and the lands he was discovering he felt like everything was urging him on to this point.



Thought was broken by the sounds of running, he could hear the steady beef of hooves against the earth and the quitter scuffle of paws that followed. The scent in the air told him even more, and the moment he had a sense of what was happening he placed himself in the shrubby in the line the deer was heading. The wind was on his side and the deer approached his hiding place unsuspecting. He leapt out at the last moment and the deer bucked in fright to stop its dash into the jaws of another beast. This bucking would give the chaser the moment it needed to pounce, the second he did so Crucifix would grab the legs out from under it with his jaws and together they were likely to bring it down ? all going well of course.


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