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Snowdrift brings blood and wolf scent. Pungent, fresh, close by. The young caribou hunter had been restless in her exploration; there hadn't been much of a time where her paws were still. She's drawn away from a frozen-over pond, her movement swift as she loped up a hillside.
There, in the distance, she watches a man trail an injured cow. From the ridge line, she waits in time, her fur ruffling in cold winds. He is quick but the caribou is stubborn. With a soft chuff, she carries herself down the ridge, tail stiff as she weaves ever closer.
She keeps herself at his flank, a safe distance away. Watching and waiting for his next move, and calculating her own.

"common" • "lanzadoii"