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It had seemed easy.
Valley had secured a new home and now she sat even comfortable within their ranks! Yearlings ran amuck beneath her, but only seconds and leads stood above her. Something about it filled her with a sort of...nervous energy. The need to further prove her words.
So despite the soft smog in the air that late morning, she had begun a hunt. Hot on the trail of a marmot. She remained crouched upon a slope, watching as the chunky beast sunned itself. Soon they would go to hibernate, which meant the pickings might be best now when they were thickly prepared for it.
She tensed, prepared to pounce...