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Tagg chuckled. Of course she would ask – had he not seen the curiosity burning in her eyes? Honestly, he was surprised she had waited this long. He was used to the question, so it didn’t prickle his fur like it used to. “Tell you what. We catch some food, and I’ll answer all your questions.” He smiled, tail waving good-naturedly. “We don’t want to scare off our breakfast, do we?” It was a rhetorical question, but the veteran found himself comfortable enough with Moon to make them.
At her confirmation it was indeed the rabbit she had smelled, Tagg pricked his ears. He too could smell it, and while he had complete faith in his nose it paid to trust others as well. To an extent. He listened carefully for any sound the large rodent might make, knowing if they got close enough and it was quiet he would be able to even hear its heartbeat.
He softened his pawsteps and followed the tracks, keeping one ear half-turned towards Moon to keep tabs on where she was. He would hate to become so immersed in the hunt she accidentally surprised him and he, on reflex, hurt her. He didn’t want her to feel unsafe in his company.
And he loathed the fact that he had to worry about that.
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